Showing posts with label William S. Burroughs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William S. Burroughs. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

"And I never touched a living body cold as the Rube there in Philly... I decided to lop him off if it meant a smother party."

"(This is a rural English custom designed to eliminate aged and bedfast dependents. A family so afflicted throws a 'smother party' where the guests pile mattresses on the old liability, climb up on top of the mattresses and lush themselves out.) The Rube is a drag on the industry and should be 'led out' into the skid rows of the world. (This is an African practice. Official known as the 'Leader Out' has the function of taking old characters out into the jungle and leaving them there.)"

Something William S. Burroughs wrote in "Naked Lunch," which I was reading this morning in my iPhone after running across this in today's NYT:
In 1965, Mr. de Grazia went to Boston to appeal a court ban of William S. Burroughs’s sexually explicit novel “The Naked Lunch.” He summoned literary lions like Norman Mailer and Allen Ginsberg to testify about the book’s artistic worth and won his argument, that genius should never be curbed because of differences over taste or morality.

The book, published in 1959, was the last work of fiction to be censored by the Postal Service, the Customs Service and state governments.
Edward de Grazia — who also fought in the Supreme Court for our right to read Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer" and to see "I Am Curious (Yellow)" — has died at the age of 86.

Here's his book: "Girls Lean Back Everywhere: The Law of Obscenity and the Assault on Genius."
It's only by chance that my random entry into my "Naked Lunch" ebook took me to something about death. I'm certainly not saying that de Grazia was like Rube, but I was intrigued by the "Naked Lunch" take on death panels, and it's only a random fact that de Grazia died of Alzheimer's disease.

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Climb up on top of the mattresses and lush themselves out... What are you picturing there? Drinking? Sex? Relaxing and luxuriating? The (unlinkable) OED defines "lush" (the intransitive verb) to mean "To drink, indulge in drink."
1811   Lexicon Balatronicum,   Lush, to drink.
1825   C. M. Westmacott Eng. Spy II. 252   Smoke, take snuff, lush.
1835   P. Hawker Diary (1893) II. 90   The captain and his mate having..‘lushed it’ ashore all night.
1851   H. Mayhew London Labour I. 179/2,   I was out of work two or three weeks, and I certainly lushed too much.
There's no entry for "lush out," but there is "lush up." It means "To get drunk." I search my "Naked Lunch" ebook for other uses of "lush," which always everywhere else meant "drunk," so those smother partiers must have been drinking. The search tool also finds the word when it's inside another word, and I'm charmed by the false positives:
"So they drive to this plush jump joint, and the father say, 'All right, son. You're on your own. So ring the bell and when the woman come give her the twenty dollars and tell her you want a piece of ass.'"...
There was the time me and the anesthetist drank up all the ether and the patient came up on us, and I was accused of cutting the cocaine with Saniflush.... "Some fucking drug addict has cut my cocaine with Saniflush! Nurse! Send the boy out to fill this Rx on the double!"

Sunday, April 7, 2013

"If you'll take thunder and lightening, and a steamboat and a buzz-saw, and mix 'em up, and put 'em into a woman, that's jasm."

Wrote J.G. Holland in "Miss Gilbert's Career," published in 1860, the oldest historical use of the U.S. slang word "jasm," which means "Energy, spirit, ‘pep,'" according to the Oxford English Dictionary (which, unfortunately, I can't link to). I clicked on "jasm," because I was reading about the origin of the word "jazz," for an earlier post, where I noted that I had believed that the word "jazz" originally referred to sexual intercourse. That chronology is unlikely, according to the OED, and in fact, the word "jazz" first appeared in baseball.

But this "jasm" definition gives the etymology: "Apparently a variant of jism." Now, come on. That has to be sexual. But jism originally meant "energy, strength," going back to 1842:

1842   Spirit of Times 29 Oct. 409/3   At the drawgate Spicer tried it on again, but his horse was knocked up—‘the gism’ and the starch was effectively taken out of him by the long and desperate struggles he had been obliged to maintain.
1886   Harper's Mag. Sept. 579/2   The most shif'less creeter I ever see. Willin', but hain't no more jas'm than a dead corn-stalk.
But the second meaning is "semen, sperm," as old as 1899 ("Often regarded as a taboo-word"):
1899   B. W. Green Word-bk. Virginia Folk-speech 85   Chism, chissum, seminal fluid.
If it's a taboo word, with that meaning, it would be less likely to appear in print. In fact, the OED doesn't have another example of the semen meaning until 1959 when — speaking of taboo — William S. Burroughs had the nerve to write: "The Moslems must have blood and jissom... See, see where Christ's blood streams in the spermament."

Anyway, speaking of jasm/jism, "spunk" is a similar word. It could be used to describe a Mary-Tyler-Moore-style woman, referring to "Spirit, mettle; courage, pluck," which the OED traces back to 1773 in Oliver Goldsmith's  "She Stoops to Conquer." ("The 'Squire has got spunk in him.")  And it can mean "Seminal fluid," going back to 1890's "My Secret Life." ("It seemed to me scarcely possible, that the sweet, well dressed, smooth-spoken ladies..could let men put the spunk up their cunts.")

The OED informs us that this use of "spunk" is "coarse slang," and adds, enticingly, "For the sense development, compare the obs. slang mettle, which had the same meaning.." Mettle!

"Mettle" goes way back, meaning "A person's character, disposition, or temperament; the ‘stuff’ of which one is made, regarded as an indication of one's character" or "A person's spirit; courage, strength of character; vigour, spiritedness, vivacity." Shakespeare used "mettle" in "Twelfth Night": "I am one, that had rather go with sir Priest, then sir knight: I care not who knowes so much of my mettle." But when did the semen meaning kick in? Was Shakespeare making a jism joke? Ah, but in fact, the OED has led me into a blind alley, because no semen meaning for "mettle" even appears.

There's also the word "jizz," which the OED defines only as "The characteristic impression given by an animal or plant," as in:
1922   T. A. Coward Bird Haunts & Nature Memories 141   A West Coast Irishman was familiar with the wild creatures which dwelt on or visited his rocks and shores; at a glance he could name them, usually correctly, but if asked how he knew them would reply ‘By their “jizz”.’ What is jizz?..We have not coined it, but how wide its use in Ireland is we cannot say... Jizz may be applied to or possessed by any animate and some inanimate objects, yet we cannot clearly define it. A single character may supply it, or it may be the combination of many....
1950   Brit. Birds XLIII. 29   Miss Quick obviously looks at her birds more than once and does so with an artist's eye for those peculiarities of shape, outline and stance which give a species its ‘jizz’....
1966   D. McClintock Compan. Flowers ix. 117,   I know only too well the problem of trying to express what there is in a plant that enables me, or you, to tell it from another at sight. The word I use for these intangible characteristics, that defy being put into words, is jizz.
A useful word, and yet you can't use it like that in the United States.

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In case you want to read more, here's the William S. Burroughs's book quoted above, "Naked Lunch." That's "The Restored Text," which, oddly enough, is #25 on Amazon's list "Books > Humor & Entertainment > Humor > Self-Help & Psychology." What?! Somehow "Naked Lunch" makes it onto a list that includes Mitch Albom's "The Five People You Meet in Heaven" and "He's Just Not That Into You: The No-Excuses Truth to Understanding Guys." Well, I'm interested in understanding guys. But I'm only buying "Naked Lunch." As long as I'm ending with a few Amazon links, though, and the subject of William S. Burroughs has come up, let me recommend an audio recording I've played 100s of times: "Dead City Radio."