Cris said:
"brings me to Kathy Acker, who in 1978 struck me as very
much out of that New York art house scene alongside
Suicide and Patty Smith - and who could write me
into the ground. Sorely missed"
I miss her too. I thought she was a really interesting writer who, for me,
revived my intensely flagging interest in the possibilities of prose during
the 1980s. I get the feeling she was disdained by some of the avant-garde
poetry community in this country because she was courted by the media and
therefore by definition a sell-out. Or something. (More than one expressed
disquiet I had included her work in Reality Studios 9.) But beneath the
leathers and tattoos and all that caper she was a serious writer - I mean,
not frivolous. And generous and intelligent too, as I found out during her
sojourn in London.
K
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