” It isn’t writing at all , it’s typing ” Truman Capote

This ” Inside the head of William burroughs ” is a performative act that represents the diagram of my mental history . It is born with the intention of retyping word for word “Naked Lunch ” written by Burroughs . One page  a day until the end of the book ,without adding introduction or afterward . Also i’ll write a memoir that will tell the impressions around this journey .

The performative journey perpetrated through the use of writing allows you to navigate the text , find out what moves around it .Be involved with The language . Read the text in an active manner . Not only the opportunity to type the same words as Burroughs but travel across the signifiers derived from the act of writing .Using the original text written in English (foreign language alien to me  ) allows me to measure myself on another level of listening and the ownership of meaning through the unconscious . there may be “new errors” in the text  that will give new meanings or they will upset the journey itself. The destruction of the border between author and reader. Instead, my mind drifted to those aspiring painters who fill up the Louvre Museum every day, spending hours learning by copying the Old Masters. If it’s good enough for them, why isn’t it good enough for us?         This represents not only a concentration exercise , strenght or learning but also an impassive experiment of textual criticism,A forced and inexepressive tribute to one of most free and expressive autor of the 20th century .