Salome by Pierre et Gilles Augmented photograph. 1991
Darling, when I think of you…
My skin tingles, hairs rise.
In my dry gummy mouth
I taste a metallic
Taint of terror.
In my mind
I see a red-flare distress beacon
In the empty dark sea night sky.
I hear klaxons ringing out
Harmonics of horror.
I smell the sweat of my own fear.
Darling, in truth,
I try not to think of you…
…Similarly, the radical lesbian photographer, Della Grace, championed this theatrical masculine posturing during the drag-king craze of the early 1990’s. If I remember aright, drag-kings were gangs of beautiful light-hearted lesbian women who invaded clubs dressed in mens suits. They greased back their hair, stuffed paunches under their shirts, packed dildos in their pants & faked or grew facial hair. They were playing with notions of gender identity, & having a laugh. Della Grace immersed herself in this scene & photographed it from within. When asked how she came to grow a moustache herself, she replied that she just stopped plucking it….READ MORE…
This image has delighted and fascinated me for many years since I first bought it printed up as a greetings card. I have come to imagine the image is of the Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes – Pele. Pele is also a goddess of love, and as the somewhat Freudian cigar and phallic cactus suggest the physical nature of that love. Perhaps I am wrong, there is nothing on the card to say who is the figure in the illustration, but I like to think it’s of hot old Pele, basking under a pure blue sky, her feet in a bowl of water to cool her down. I love this picture – I’d like to be this version of Pele, with her boldly painted face and cute kiss curled hair giving her a heady, alluring appeal that I can’t take my eyes from…read more…
Kathy Acker, who has often been described as post-punk post-feminist and post-industrial, in fact first appeared in print as part of the burgeoning New York literary underground of the mid 70s. She remained on the margins of the literary establishment, only being published in small presses until the mid 80s, thus earning herself the epithet of literary terrorist. 1984 saw her first British publication, her shit-kicking hell-hole of a novel –Blood and Guts in High School…read more…
Also called Black Annis
Image by Jenny Clarke
taken from the cover of Leicestershire Legends retold by Black Annis
Bob Trubshaw ISBN 978 1872 883 779)
Deep in the Dane Hills area of Leicester there is said to be a dark dank cave inhabited by a terrifying woman-creature known as Cat Anna. Her skin is blue, her hair is matted unkempt fur, her fingernails are blood-blacken claws, her tongue long long and sandpaper rough, she is naked apart from a girdle made of babies-skulls…read more...
Bella Basura’s “The Wall of Girls” is an evolving site-specific installation of prints, photographs & postcards that has been following me around and building up volume for many years. Acquiring new images and losing others each and every time I move house.
In the past three years “The Wall of Girls” has been dismantled and re-assembled five times. As if my concept of womanhood is in flux.
My most recent move happened the weekend before last, and the girls were down, transported and back on the wall overlooking my writing desk within two days. I need them there. They are my barometer of myself.
Have no doubt , they will be edited, moved around and settled in over the next few months, just as I will become solidified, consolidated and celebratory. Thankful for the stillness.
I offer this projected sequence of blogs to be a snapshot-memoria to “The Wall of Girls 2013 – Goddesses, Heroines and Role Models”.