David Wojnarowicz
Author profile
born
September 14, 1954
in Red Bank, NJ, The United States
died
July 22, 1992
gender
male
website
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Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration
— published 1991 — 3 editions |
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In the Shadow of the American Dream: The Diaries of David Wojnarowicz
by David Wojnarowicz, Amy Scholder — published 1998 — 2 editions |
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Memories That Smell Like Gasoline
— published 1992 |
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The Waterfront Journals
— published 1996 — 2 editions |
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Brush Fires in the Social Landscape
by David Wojnarowicz, Lucy R. Lippard — published 2000 — 2 editions |
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Seven Miles a Second
by David Wojnarowicz, J. Romberger — published 1996 |
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7 Miles a Second
by David Wojnarowicz, James Romberger , Marguerit Van Cook |
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Sounds In The Distance
— published 1982 |
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Au Bord Du Gouffre: Mémoires D'une Désagrégation: Récit
— published 2004 |
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Chroniques Des Quais
by David Wojnarowicz, Laurence Viallet |
“Transition is always a relief. Destination means death to me. If I could figure out a way to remain forever in transition, in the disconnected and unfamiliar, I could remain in a state of perpetual freedom.”
― David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration
― David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration
“I want to throw up because we're supposed to quietly and politely make house in this killing machine called America and pay taxes to support our own slow murder and I'm amazed we're not running amok in the streets, and that we can still be capable of gestures of loving after lifetimes of all this.”
― David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration
― David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration
“ Sometimes I come to hate people because they can’t see where I am. I’ve gone empty, completely empty and all they see is the visual form: my arms and legs, my face, my height and posture, the sounds that come from my throat. But I’m fucking empty. The person I was just one year ago no longer exists, drifts spinning slowly into the ether somewhere way back there.”
― David Wojnarowicz
― David Wojnarowicz




























