TagKathy Acker

Although we shared some of the same casual boyfriends, lovers and friends, I didn’t know Kathy Acker during her lifetime. Our two brief social meetings were tinged with antipathy. Still, her work and example were important to me. Arriving in the East Village from New Zealand in the late 1970s, I read Acker’s books as if a bolder and more intelligent part of myself had written them: a broke...