Blood and Guts in High SchoolKathy Acker was a high-wire writer. She took risks. She experimented for the sake of it. She made mistakes. She fell. She never wanted a modest success, and so her books, all of them, swing from passages of topflight bravura, where you think, How did she do that? to a sawdust-in-your-mouth kind of feeling that you just want to spit out. She is an exhilarating, exasperating writer who wants you in the ring with her, through the highs and the lows. There was always something touching and trusting about Acker's belief that her audience would not want a smooth finished product of the kind they could buy at any dime store, but would prefer to be in on the process -- flying when she did, falling when she did, nothing leveled out or homogenized. She was ahead of her time. There is no doubt about that. Acker really was interactive art. It's why she fronted bands -- most famously The Mekons on the CD of Pussy, King of the Pirates -- if you haven't heard it, buy it now. It's why her readings were more like stage shows than those creepy literary events where some dude mumbles in a monotone for half an hour. To see Kathy in her leopard-skin leotard, slash of red lipstick, gym-honed muscles, maybe a dildo, usually a backing track, seduce a packed crowd with that gorgeous voice and knowing childlike look was to discover how exciting art could be. Not rarefied, not back-dated, not dull, just something you suddenly wanted -- the way you suddenly want to be kissed by someone you hadn't even looked at before. Okay, so Acker was art as performance and language as desire, but was she an important writer? Yes. Important work always has risk in it. That doesn't mean that all risky work is important, but it does mean that safety gets us nowhere. In science this is self-evident. In the arts, and particularly literature, we still moan and groan at experiment. Just gimme a good story, we say, with a beginning, middle, and end. Well, Acker won't do that for you, but she will help you get high. |
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... walk We walk up and around through the sand . and walk for hours ... forget time ... water I don't care what happens . I'm so tired , I give up . I fall . The huge black bird catches me I decide to let the bird catch me . THE END and ...
... walking down the middle of the street fewer houses down here . to the blue sky . huge jellyfish worn & nante .... End ... walk the garden . There's someone watching me . I'm still stuck inside the mansion , bench Kot broiling sun , and ...
... walking towards Genet I hear : ' You can't throw yourself on a famous writer like Genet , on a man who'll reject you . You have to learn to control yourself . Genet wrote : ' Loneliness and poverty made me not walk but fly . For 117 I ...
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