come crawling through these cracks, orphans, lobotomies;
if you ask me what I want, I´ll tell you.
I want everything.
Whole rotten world come down and break.
Let me spread my legs.
(Kathy Acker in ihrem Roman: Pussy King of the Pirates, 1996)
Quixote decided that the only thing´s to be happy. Since the
sole reason she ever went out of her house was to fuck, she decided
that to be happy´s to fuck.
She was riding her horse along, in order to find sex that wouldn´t
hurt too much. At this point she saw three or four hundred men.
“My God”, she said, “how full of air they are!” She turned to her
dog. “Fortune is guiding our affairs beyond our most hopeful
expectations. Here´re those giants I´ve been looking for.”
“Don Quixote“, Grove Press, NYC 1986
you´re not given identity per se.
What became more and more
interesting to me wasn´t the “I”, it was
text because it´s text that create identity.
That´s how I got interested in plagiarism.”
(Kathy Acker in einem Interview
mit Sylvére Lothringer, New York 1991)
am as closed-up and fucked-up as everybody else.
I am hell. The world is hell.
“No, it isn´t”, I scream, but I know it is.
Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. Help. Help me. Help me. Love me.“
Kathy Acker in ihrem Roman “Harte Mädchen weinen nicht”
(Orginaltitel: Blood and Guts in High School”, 1978)
I walked out of the surgeon´s office and didn´t know where to
go, I asked myself what I could know. Did I have anything in myself,
in my life, that could help me know, and so, deal with cancer?
Answer: (...) my work, my writing.(...) Imagination and will.”
(Kathy Acker, The Gift of Disease, 1996)
“Harte Mädchen weinen nicht” Exposé für einen
Dokumentarfilmüber Kathy Acker
man ain´t anything. Jonny says that if I don´t
work my ass off, for him, he´s not going to let me
back in the house.
I have to earn two hundred before I can go back.
Two hundred? That ain´t shit!
My baby is the toughest there is.
Well, shit girl, if I don´t come back with eight hundred
I get my ass whupped off.
“New York City in 1979: The Whores in Jail at Night”