I read it for a class and it connected with me to some degree. i think I liked it more because I had read it after reading “Ordinary Light” by Tracy K Smith, which sucked ass. The reason why it sucked ass is because every other line, Smith is either talking about God or going into the microfibers of details on a simple thing. She will write about how she got a boo-boo on her toe and how it re-shaped her life as a whole and then somehow relating back to God. Like, bitch please, when I got an injury when I was 8 I was wondering why i hadn’t broken my bone. Burroughs keeps the simple simple and uses pop-culture and media to describe things and it makes sense. When I see a friend make a piece of art, I wouldn’t say something of the lines, ”those lines strike and shine across the paper like birds in the horizon“ no bitch I would be saying, “hey its better than what Zun can draw and also if you want to make money, rule 34 is the place!” also Burroughs doesn’t shy away from showing the ugly sides of himself, he steals money and manipulates a 34 year old man to fuck his 13 year old self. Shits crazy and not close to my life, but it’s more relatable somehow.
