Hell
is a place on Earth. Heaven is a place in your head. David Wojnarowicz
The
first book of David Wojnarowicz I encountered was the small art book, Memories
that Smell like Gasoline, and what stood out were its contradictions. I recall
being attracted to the title but not liking the cover for its striped border.
Then there was the lurid and dangerous content that was beautifully rendered in
words from the gutters, streets and porn shops that raised him from a tormented
childhood. These stories then were illustrated in delicate, cloudy watercolors.
Thumbing through this book unlike any I had held before I turned a page to see
a painting of a man covered in Kaposi Sarcoma legions and was viscerally hit
with fear.
This
was when to get HIV was indeed very often a death sentence. I was in my early
20s living in one of the epicenters of the epidemic, San Francisco. In the
early years of the Plague, the virus changed everything. It brought out the
homophobia in our government, our churches and our families. Hate seethed and
fear seeped. It felt like war. It was war, with real deaths everywhere.
I
bought the book, and later his others. David was an artist working in several
medias. He was a writer, a film maker, a painter and musician. His memoir,
close to the Knives was his war cry. That book, like Memories, contained
beautiful texts, black with sorrow and rage.
I
have just finished Fire in the Belly, by Cynthia Carr, a great biography
framing the cultural context in which David moved from an abused childhood, into
the East Village scene, and on to become a very famous artist. It brought back
those days to me. Days of a viable and thriving underground, where bands were
not simply a weekend’s entertainment, but a form of activism that articulated
our values, when art was not simply a decoration or investment, but stood up in
anger for a youth with little hope for a future.
“He
saw his death, the secret theme of Memories, as the logical outcome of a
society that did not value him, that did not protect him, and never would” Fire
in the Belly, page 531
Times
have changed much. In my years of making art I have even met many of the people
in this book. Some of the stories Cynthia Carr tells I have heard first hand.
Fire in the Belly paints an accurate picture of those Viral Days.
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