Fear. Sex. Love. Love.
But now I know the things I know, And do the things I do; And if you do not like me so, To hell, my love, with you!
“‘Because we rejected a certain kind of theoretical language, people just assumed that we were dumb,’ the poet Alice Notley said to me in Paris last year. Hannah Wilke spent a great deal of energy throughout her life trying to prove that she was right. If art’s a seismographic project, when that project meets with failure, failure must become a subject too. Dear Dick, That’s what...
Gum has shape before you chew it. But when it comes out, it comes out as real...– Hannah Wilke
via Miss Stacey May
People used to mistaken my sis and I for twins, but WOAH not anymore. I am sporting helmet hair. My sis is My Little Pony. Yep.
WHO GETS TO SPEAK AND WHY?, I wrote last week, IS THE ONLY QUESTION.– Chris Kraus, I Love Dick.