No it is not 'the word of God', Bible
or Shakespeare
or Dickens
or Rousseau
or Dante
or Whitman
or Nornan Mailer
It is, let's hear it for, Kathy Acker,
she, the arch transgressor of transgressions
She of the sensuous mouth interrupted in the middle of some or other inflammatory opinion
A prodigy - to be so called burdens the prodigy with a 'something to prove' onus.
Acker, in love with belongingness that triggers the drug taking substances which slide and snakes down inside you transforming into a
'you' who you don't now who.
and latterly making your body unable to produce the insights it used to. She was quintessentially one of the wailing, desperate children that resides in us all. while she indulged in artistic solipsism, art punk infantilism and profound personal loneliness. she found fucking easier than friendship - one aim was getting pschoanalysed whlle fucking the
bourgeoisie's
Acker was not your usual air conditioned author.
She was a violent transgressor but as Roman Jakobson described literature as "organized violence committed on ordinary speech. aren't all authors violent transgressors
Literature constitutes a deviation from average speech that intensifies, invigorates, and estranges the mundane speech patterns.
In other words, for the Formalists, literature is set apart because it is just that: set apart. The use of devices such as imagery, rhythm, and meter is what separates
Her funeral rites gives on an insight into the company Acker kept'~
Tattooists, bodybuilders, motorcycle girls, S/M practitioners, herbalists,
Matias Viegener, the friend who had done most to look after the dying Acker and whom she had appointed her executor.
Frank Molinaro, whom Acker had paid for astrological advice, passed out business cards in the car park, then grabbed hold of the vase with the cremains in it. ‘The astrologer ran toward the sea dumping the ashes while he proclaimed – “You’re free, Kathy! You’re finally free at last.'
!”
She e died before the internet properly got going, when becoming famous or celebrated or iconic was a completely different matter from what it is now if she had lived she would be 74 today.
or Shakespeare
or Dickens
or Rousseau
or Dante
or Whitman
or Nornan Mailer
It is, let's hear it for, Kathy Acker,
she, the arch transgressor of transgressions
She of the sensuous mouth interrupted in the middle of some or other inflammatory opinion
A prodigy - to be so called burdens the prodigy with a 'something to prove' onus.
Acker, in love with belongingness that triggers the drug taking substances which slide and snakes down inside you transforming into a
'you' who you don't now who.
and latterly making your body unable to produce the insights it used to. She was quintessentially one of the wailing, desperate children that resides in us all. while she indulged in artistic solipsism, art punk infantilism and profound personal loneliness. she found fucking easier than friendship - one aim was getting pschoanalysed whlle fucking the
bourgeoisie's
Acker was not your usual air conditioned author.
She was a violent transgressor but as Roman Jakobson described literature as "organized violence committed on ordinary speech. aren't all authors violent transgressors
Literature constitutes a deviation from average speech that intensifies, invigorates, and estranges the mundane speech patterns.
In other words, for the Formalists, literature is set apart because it is just that: set apart. The use of devices such as imagery, rhythm, and meter is what separates
Her funeral rites gives on an insight into the company Acker kept'~
Tattooists, bodybuilders, motorcycle girls, S/M practitioners, herbalists,
Matias Viegener, the friend who had done most to look after the dying Acker and whom she had appointed her executor.
Frank Molinaro, whom Acker had paid for astrological advice, passed out business cards in the car park, then grabbed hold of the vase with the cremains in it. ‘The astrologer ran toward the sea dumping the ashes while he proclaimed – “You’re free, Kathy! You’re finally free at last.'
!”She e died before the internet properly got going, when becoming famous or celebrated or iconic was a completely different matter from what it is now if she had lived she would be 74 today.
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