The Weekly : Holy Litany!

— 02

— Poster for 'Footnote to Howl' by Allen Ginsberg | design by Julie Smits

— Poster for 'Footnote to Howl' by Allen Ginsberg | design by Julie Smits



Allen Ginsberg - America (Berkeley, January 17, 1956)

'America' is the first Ginsberg poem I ever read and then read over and over and over, until I knew half the thing by heart. I picked 'On The Road' for a class assignment, didn't finish the book, Kerouac, apart from a few lines, didn't stick. But, Burroughs and Ginsberg did, Ginsberg more so than Burroughs. Holy Allen! Your soul is holy and so is everything and everyone.

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956.
I can’t stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.

Read the full poem over on The Poetry Foundation.

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood? I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his automobiles more so they’re all different sexes.
— Allen Ginsberg | America


Madensuyu - Current (2018)

Time for some homegrown music. Belgium is a pinprick of a country with a ton of talent, so for Savage's second Weekly, I want to introduce you to Ghent based duo: Madensuyu.

Their music brims with emotion and intensity. It's quite often loud, and all of a sudden quiet, like life, really. That's what their music sounds like. Life: the hectic moments, the beautiful moments, the still moments. The times when life beats you down, and the times you either get back up yourself or get dragged up by others.

You can find Madensuyu on iTunes, Spotify, and Youtube.



The driving force behind Madensuyu is –and has been since these two men started playing together in their early teens—the struggle to deal with real, raw emotions and the continuing fight to be vulnerable and uncompromised in a timeframe where authenticity has become a rare commodity.
— Bio for Madensuyu from their label Consouling Sounds


F for Fake - Orson Welles (1975)

F for Fake is a documentary-essay, it's a study of illusion, while being an illusion itself. It's about fakery, art forgery, and charlatans.

The edit is brilliant, and the story dead clever. Watch it. Enjoy it, and maybe learn a trick or two.

Ladies and Gentlemen, by way of introduction, this is a film about trickery and fraud...about lies. Tell it by the fireside or in the marketplace or in a movie, almost any story is almost certainly some kind of lie. But, not this time, no this is a promise: during the next hour everything you’ll hear from us is really true and based on solid facts.
— Orson Wells 'Introduction to F is For Fake'

You can watch the entire film on youtube, but if you'd like a hi-def option with extras, The Criterion Collection has you covered, both as a single buy or a subscription.

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I don't know a ton of Burroughs, but that man's voice, once you hear it will stick with you. So treat yourself to something a bit more, or a lot more, out there than you're used to listening, and check out 'The Black Rider'—a theatrical collaboration between William Burroughs, Tom Waits, and Robert Wilson (1990) and subsequent album by Waits in 1993.

Burroughs lends his voice to quite the eerie version of 'T ain't No Sin' on the album, because, you know the actual subject of the song wasn't weird enough ;)

When you hear sweet syncopation and the music softly moans/’t ain’t no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones/When it gets too hot for comfort, and you can’t get an ice-cream cone/t’ain’t no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones/Just like those bamboo babies, down in the South Sea tropic zone/ t’aint no sin to take off your skin and dance around in your bones.
— T'aint No Sin - Performed by William Burroughs, original by Edgar Leslie / Walter Donaldson

—Written by Julie Smits