Archive for September, 2007

20
Sep
07

"Phenomenon"

”In Iran we do not have this phenomenon. I don’t know who’s told you that we have this.” The first step to eradicate what you don’t like to exist is to deny its existence altogether. For more background take a look at this:

You can also read Bollinger’s indictment here. Still, I have some mixed feelings about his invitation.


20
Sep
07

He is My Man

20
Sep
07

The Perfect Moment

I’m envious, Love, I swear
(why hide it?) of the dead,
a panicky muddle-head,
my soul in terror of its sensual tie.
Lord, as the last hours fly,
stretch out in mercy your two arms; make me
less what I’ve been, more what you’d have me be.

Michelangelo

20
Sep
07

The Eighth Square

Peter Hujar Bearded Cockette, 1973

According to Peter Hujar, New York City is one of the loneliest places in the world. People live there by the million, but those in Hujar’s photographs, at least – friends and acquaintances from the 1970s intelligentsia and gay bohemian sub-cultures – look mentally and emotionally alone, alert to the delicate sorrows of the human condition.

20
Sep
07

Warmth

wojnarowicz

David Wojnarowicz, 1988-89. Untitled, “Sex Series (for Marion Scemama)”

When I put my hands on your body on your flesh I feel the history of that body. Not just the beginning of its forming in that distant lake but all the way beyond its ending. I feel the warmth and texture and simultaneously I see the flesh unwrap from the layers of fat and disappear. I see the fat disappear from the muscle. I see the muscle disappearing from around the organs and detaching itself from the bones. I see the organs gradually fade into transparency leaving a gloaming skeleton gleaming like ivory that slowly revolves until it becomes dust. I am consumed in the sense of your weight the way your flesh occupies momentary space the fullness of it beneath my palms. I am amazed at how perfectly your body fits to the curves of my hands. If I could attach our blood vessels so we could become each other I would. If I could attach our blood vessels in order to anchor you to the earth to this present time to me I would. If I could open up your body and slip inside your skin and look out your eyes and forever have my lips fused with yours I would. It makes me weep to feel the history of your flesh beneath my hands in a time of so much loss. It makes me weep to feel the movement of your flesh beneath my palms as you twist and turn over to one side to create a series of gestures to reach up around my neck to draw me nearer. All these memories will be lost in time like tears in the rain.

David Wojnarowicz
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20
Sep
07

Sci Si

It can’t come quickly enough
And now you’ve spent your life
Waiting for this moment
And when you finally saw it come
It passed you by and
Left you so defeated

20
Sep
07

Difference

ALEXANDER: He is Hephaistion… there are many differant ways to love. Roxane, come.