Let me be blunt and state that I do not like Burroughs' visual work. It is extensive and diversifies into collages, photomontages, sculptural assemblages, shotgun paintings and text-image works. There is a lot to chew on and my difficulty classifying this book (see my paranoid tagging) lies in Burroughs' promiscuous aesthetics. His writing is brilliant with its cinematic, nonlinear prose and his visual work is a "logical extension" of his written work. His conspirator, Brion Gysin, remarked that "literature is 50 years behind visual arts" and Burroughs attempted to rectify that. The familiar themes that inform his work, control, addiction, sex, transcendence, are all here. His work, ultimately, is more interesting to read about than view. Fittingly ironic considering the fascism of the word virus and his attempts to bypass the monopoly of The Word by thinking in pictures; his visual work an attempt to produce technologies that are finally subsumed by The WORD!