Speaking about people dying....and Dylan Thomas...I thought I'd pass this on that a friend just passed on to me. Malcolm ---------------------------------- Last words: At his exit, Burroughs didn't miss a beat By Barbara T. Roessner Hartford Courant Famous last words of the 19th century tended to be something short of inspiring. "Is it the Fourth?" asked Thomas Jefferson in his final utterance on July 3, 1826. (He died the next day.) "Strike the tent," said Robert E. Lee when he kicked the bucket in 1870. By the middle of this century, things had improved considerably. Dylan Thomas, after a lethal bout of drinking in a Manhattan bar in 1953, gasped this goodbye to the universe: "Seventeen whiskeys. A record, I think." And in 1977, Gary Gilmore told his firing squad: "Let's do it!" Today, as dusk falls on the millennium, an entirely new standard for the ultimate farewell appears to have been set. With his death this month at the age of 83, William S. Burroughs, grandfather of Beat and author of the infamously obscene, infamously nonlinear novel "Naked Lunch," has done to the convention of Last Words what his life's work did to contemporary American prose -- clawed it raw and left it oozing with hilarity and pathos and rage. The current issue of The New Yorker excerpts Burroughs' journal entries (his only recent writings) from May through the eve of his death Aug. 2. And if last words are a distillation of a person's short stint on Earth, Burroughs' was, very simply, one blazing blow against banality, especially that perpetrated upon the masses by politicians. On May 25, he begins an entry: "All governments are built on lies. All organizations are built on lies." Less than a week later, he elaborates: "That vile salamander Gingrich, squeaker of the House, is slobbering about a drug-free America by the year 2001. What a dreary prospect! Of course this does not include alcohol and tobacco, of which the consumption will soar. How can a drug-free state be achieved? Simple. An operation can remove the drug receptors from the brain. Those who refuse the operation will be deprived of all rights." And after a lifetime love affair with heroin, methadone and marijuana, Burroughs had these departing musings on cannabis and its effect on his art: "A few drags...and I can see multiple ways out and beyond. So why all this heat on this harmless and rewarding substance?" Burroughs isn't the first Beat to go out with a whole new concept in deathbed profundity. When Burroughs' cohort Allen Ginsberg died in April, Ginsberg's own last words to Burroughs were: "I thought I would be terrified, but I am exhilarated!" Timothy Leary, with whom both Ginsberg and Burroughs experimented extensively with LSD, bid his goodbye in May 1996 with a disyllabic synopsis of his beliefs, his religion, his personality, his politics and his attitude toward the great unknown awaiting him: "Why not?" As the baby boom lurches through the passages of middle age, and the Xers somnambulate through their first bouts with adulthood, these old rebels, in their dying words, say a great deal not only about confronting the ultimate passage, but about the living that precedes it. In 1994, not long before his own death, Ginsberg was asked during a student lecture in Colorado why the Beats were suddenly inspiring a new and expanded audience. Listen: "Because of the sincerity of the works of art, the passion, the feeling of self-empowerment independent of government, media and social conditioning, the breaking out of the plastic mass into human flesh and blood, vulnerability and tenderness" -- all of which, he correctly pointed out, stand in raving contrast to "20 years of the Reagan-Bush-Nixonian ugly spirit." Conformity is a sin in the Beat bible. Wrote Burroughs on May 31: "How good will it be to have total conformity? What will be left of singularity? And personality? And you and me?" But the greatest sin, perhaps, is uninterest. A numbing of the spirit, the psyche, the mind. The loss of the ability to feel. The last of Burroughs' last words, penned in a quavering scrawl, is this: "LOVE."