THE DEATH OF WILLIAM BURROUGHS by Antonello Faretta

Every time I hear John Giorno NOT SINGING, I am grateful.

mi ha ricordato un libro che ho letto da poco di Castaneda, l'arte di sognare...

writer...junkie.....human...

alive...then dead...and tried to be interesting inbetween. Nothing that admirable....lazy...smart...wa cky.......and lucky to live long.

this is a real creepy dude

beautiful. i haven't heard anything by Mr. Giorno since the poetry system albums of the eighties..the 15th anniversary album is one of my favorite chunks of vinyl.

So glad to have found this nearly two years after filming. The starkness & light fog create a crisp, yet spiritual environment for Giorno's enlightening words.

Antonello,

Mena from facebook. A beautiful film, with a great poet. you captured the essence of the man and his words. The sounds of the birds in the background toward the end, was amazing! I felt the spirit of William passing! incredible piece. thank you for sharing with me.

Thanx a lot Mena!

"Tossico William." What a load of waffle.

Beautiful indeed. Here's to Uncle Bill.