In an old mill on a recent day.
I have been browsing the David Wojnarowicz papers at NYU the past few days. The photos contained in it are rather good and revealing too. From time to time I listen to his audio journals, Cross Country, which were recorded in 1989 while he was driving around the Southwest.
The 2020 documentary about Wojnarowicz, Fuck You Faggot Fucker, was excellent. Most of the film is in his own words and voice. I was fearful that the documentary would try to project the current political agendas onto his life and work and other than a couple of instances it did a good job of keeping it in context. I would have hated it if the modern revisionists would have tried to make him into something he was not.
I mention Wojnarowicz in my latest novel, Shadow's Gravity. He comes up in a conversation I have with the character Finn in 1999 along with Warhol and Keith Haring.
Not really related to any of this, but it was necessary for me to delete my Instagram account this weekend. There were numerous unsuccessful hacking attempts over the past several months on it. The attempts were annoying and I decided it was best to eliminate the security risk.
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