#KATHY ACKER

[thenervebible]

kathy acker (1971-1975) unpublished early writings

[nancy-laura-spungen]

Kathleen Hanna + Kathy Acker

[seventyfishes]

[postpunkindustrial]

Kathy Acker With Nox – Love, Emily cassette

Once again updating an old favorite.

Love, Emily is a collaboration between experimental writer Kathy Acker and French Industrial band Nox.

Acker reads passages from her book My Death, My Life, by Pier Paolo Pasolini and Nox provides the percussive atmospheres.

If you don't know Kathy Acker or Nox check them out. You might like them, you might not. I'm not psychic.

Anyway you can get this from my Google Drive HERE.

[razorsadness]

When other people I knew in grad school read Kathy Acker’s books they were shocked. Appalled. Particularly most of the budding young feminists. I actually began weeding out women friends by their reactions to her books. The ones that smiled and lowered their eyes with sly understanding and touched themselves, I kept. The ones that freaked out, well, they were idiots. Once I read a paragraph from Empire of the Senseless in my theory of gender class and one of the women began to cry and ran out and barfed. No shit. Pussy, I thought.

—Lidia Yuknavitch, from The Chronology of Water

[intopermanence]

I need to see your flesh. You. This is all I know now: want. I can no longer explain this. What I feel. Why I feel. What is happening to me — want's finally overcoming me — is irrevocable, as irrevocable as everything that has happened to me in the past — I'm going to continue being alone and not talking to anyone. But under this mysterious sign, which doesn't exist, where in front of me is only you…distant, ironic, cruel…, I need to see your flesh just once.

Kathy Acker, from “My Mother: Demonology”

[thewomanwithmissingfingers]

I must have passed out because I had a nightmare: that the world is full of people who no longer feel. They are carrying on their businesses as usual, in fact better than usual, because they no longer feel. In the dream I felt my whole being struck still, as if I had died.

Empire of the Senseless, Kathy Acker, 1988

[icannotbewhoiwish]

kathy acker / jenny holzer

[mister-crow]

source

[ripeteeth]

"Meanwhile the temperature is getting hotter and hotter so no one can think clearly. No one perceives. No one cares. Insane madness come out like life is a terrific party."

Kathy Acker, New York City in 1979

[breathofgod]

[thenervebible]

My Mother: Demonology by Kathy Acker

[worshipfulmercy]

Raggedy Man, I remember you, and you are late for my wedding!

Amy Pond + Eurydice in the Underworld, Kathy Acker

[dyouknowwhatimean]

twin peaks // pussy, king of the pirates by kathy acker

[razorsadness]

I hallucinate. I climb trees, stick needles up the asses of young boys. I hallucinate that the Virgin Mary wears black leather pants and a black leather motorcycle jacket, she climbs trees, she doesn't give a fuck for anyone.

—Kathy Acker, from The Childlike Life of the Black Tarantula by the Black Tarantula

[intopermanence]

When the flesh is torn (incarceration is broken and language emerges) . . .

Kathy Acker, from “My Mother: Demonology”