Samuel Beckett seems like a good place to start. After election night on Tuesday, it feels like we’re living in one of his plays. I didn’t really want to write this piece–or any election-related “think piece.” It always seems egomaniacal and self-indulgent. But, I couldn’t find a way to avoid writing about our ominous election of Donald Trump.
Why hello! What’s that sound I hear? Is it your blood boiling? Oh me too, Mary, me too. Sometimes you just need a good rant to get all that fury out. Ranting and raving is one of our favorite past-times as we furiously rage-text each other about issues ranging from tattoos to academia to queer …
Reading Roberta Smith’s fascinating, cathartic and just the right amount of bitter list made us at Filthy Dreams consider what we would like to see happen in both the art and queer scenes. All three of the Filthy Dreams writers put our heads together and cobbled together a list of our dreams that will likely never happen.
Delving deeper into David Wojnarowicz’s fluid, transitory movement in his writing and art not only further enlightens his artistic style, but also his articulation of his queer sexuality, corresponding to and sometimes directly confronting the focus on queer spaces in queer theory.