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May. 29th, 2004 03:21 pmWoke up last night to Gila trying to kill one of the Spots again. Oh, man.
I thought of this for some reason. I suppose I should have saved this for July 22, the date of his death, but I was just thinking....
( David Wojnarowicz--_Spiral_ )
The first time I saw this piece was Feb of 2003 (about 7 mos after he died). The museum where I was going to school had it out for the month. It was really devastating, b/c the Woj that I knew was this energetic, angry person (at least through his art), and this was so heartbreakingly sad (it's silkscreened onto a silver gelatin print of someone's bandaged hands).
I look at it, and it's interesting the phrases from it that will bubble to the surface every once in awhile, "I am screaming but it comes out like pieces of clear ice" "I refuse to pretend that I am familiar or have history attached to my heels" "I am moving on two legs soon to be on all fours." And then I think about how I "deciphered" this piece for my thesis. It was the last piece I addressed. My advisor made me reference a poem called, "Not waving but drowning." It was a poem (I forget by whom) and it's about a person who is drowning and waving their arms, but the people on the shore think he's waving. Which sounds like what Woj is saying at the end, but I don't know if Wojnarowicz knew about it, and that part I always felt was a little disengenuous. The other part was just little sheltered white girl writing about this guy who went through so much more than I can even imagine. Well, I suppose I can imagine it. It still seems so unfair sometimes that he died, only at the age of 37, and Jesse Helms is still alive.
And, oh shit, I just remember I went off on Woj last week to djymm. What's that all about. Oh, who knows, I'm probably just pre-menstrual.
I thought of this for some reason. I suppose I should have saved this for July 22, the date of his death, but I was just thinking....
( David Wojnarowicz--_Spiral_ )
The first time I saw this piece was Feb of 2003 (about 7 mos after he died). The museum where I was going to school had it out for the month. It was really devastating, b/c the Woj that I knew was this energetic, angry person (at least through his art), and this was so heartbreakingly sad (it's silkscreened onto a silver gelatin print of someone's bandaged hands).
I look at it, and it's interesting the phrases from it that will bubble to the surface every once in awhile, "I am screaming but it comes out like pieces of clear ice" "I refuse to pretend that I am familiar or have history attached to my heels" "I am moving on two legs soon to be on all fours." And then I think about how I "deciphered" this piece for my thesis. It was the last piece I addressed. My advisor made me reference a poem called, "Not waving but drowning." It was a poem (I forget by whom) and it's about a person who is drowning and waving their arms, but the people on the shore think he's waving. Which sounds like what Woj is saying at the end, but I don't know if Wojnarowicz knew about it, and that part I always felt was a little disengenuous. The other part was just little sheltered white girl writing about this guy who went through so much more than I can even imagine. Well, I suppose I can imagine it. It still seems so unfair sometimes that he died, only at the age of 37, and Jesse Helms is still alive.
And, oh shit, I just remember I went off on Woj last week to djymm. What's that all about. Oh, who knows, I'm probably just pre-menstrual.
