David Wojnarowicz


Cruising the Dead River: David Wojnarowicz and New York's Ruined Waterfront
Fever: The Art of David Wojnarowicz (New Museum Books, 2)
In the Shadow of the American Dream: The Diaries of David Wojnarowicz
Brush Fires in the Social Landscape
David Wojnarowicz: History Keeps Me Awake at Night
The Waterfront Journals
7 Miles a Second
Dear Jean Pierre
Memories That Smell Like Gasoline
Weight of the Earth: The Tape Journals of David Wojnarowicz
Fire in the Belly: The Life and Times of David Wojnarowicz
Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration
Peter Hujar: Lost Downtown
David Wojnarowicz
In loving him, I saw a cigarette between the fingers of a hand, smoke blowing backwards into the room and sputtering planes diving low through the clouds. In loving him, I saw men encouraging each other to lay down their arms. In loving him, I saw small-town laborers creating excavations that other men spend their lives trying to fill. In loving him, I saw moving films of stone buildings; I saw a hand in prison dragging snow in from the sill. In loving him, I saw great houses being erected that ...more
David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration

As they walked out onto Second Avenue, with David in a body bag, there was one last surreal moment. The singer and composer Diamanda Galás happened to be walking by. She and David had never met, but they'd spoken once on the phone. She shared his commitment to addressing AIDS, in her case through 'The Plague Mass,' which showcased her five-octave range and fierce persona. Galás does not remember being on Second Avenue that night, but she made an indelible impression on Zimmerman and Glantzman. S ...more
Cynthia Carr, Fire in the Belly: The Life and Times of David Wojnarowicz

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