A nameless state of excitement that charges the environment, / a longing, / that sinks into the dark, tumultuous night, an intimacy between strangers, / and rotten teeth, Wojnarowicz who wants to commit suicide, the heroin hole / and more allx in the trembling in the sun, / then the unexpected, something sudden / the glimmer of the water, of the river, which makes us glimpse, just for a moment / and there is also the possibility of fear, / closing your eyes, become solx / and then find yourself in the whole filled with the mass of bodies / that exhausting joy. Memory disturbances, memory can only be disturbed – interferences, holes. Solitude, but perhaps in the plural: solitudes – a lot of empty space around a body. An aesthetic of collapse, the outdoors without rules. The cruising.
We write about a utopia of bodies of which we have no experience – to which (we) have no access. Of a yearning desire to be moltx, of a glimmer of possible futures.
David Wojnarowicz in one of his works sews together two pieces of stale bread with a red thread. To redo the whole, impossible – the whole is missing. To stop life, postpone death.
References: David Wojnarowicz, José Esteban Muñoz, Samuel R. Delany, Olivia Laing, Peter Hujar, Jonathan Weinberg, Jack Halberstam, Douglas Crimp, Shelley Seccombe, Alvin Balltrop, Leonard Fink, Zoe Leonard, Tava and many others.