Memories That Smell Like Gasoline
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Not content to be a tremendous photographer, painter, film-maker, performance artist and activist David Wojnarowicz (1954-1992) was also the author of three classic books: "Close to the Knives," "The Waterfront Journals "and "Memories That Smell Like Gasoline," now back in print from Artspace. This volume collects four tales—"Into the Drift and Sway," "Doing Time in a Disposable Body," "Spiral" and the title story—interspersed with ink drawings by the artist. "Sometimes it gets dark in here behind these eyes I feel like the physical equivalent of a scream. The highway at night in the headlights of this speeding car speeding is the only motion that lets the heart unravel and in the wind of the road the two story framed houses appear one after the other like some cinematic stage set..." From these opening sentences of the book (in "Into the Drift and Sawy"), Wojnarowicz lets loose a salvo of explicit gay sexual reverie harshly lit by the New York cityscape: escapades in movie theaters and bus terminals, amid the ascent of AIDS and Wojnarowicz's own consciousness of the virus in himself and at large in the gay community.
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