With the loss of David Wojnarowicz, the world is a much lonelier place. His childhood and teenage years were some kind of nightmarish perversion of the American Dream, but out of great pain he created brilliant art and literature. The work he left behind, though, doesn't begin to replace the person who is gone. Wojnarowicz fought hard for life. And even in his last year, in and out of that ninth circle of hell called a hospital ward, and in terrible pain, he always made me laugh. He gave me the words for all I've seen and felt. He will be sorely missed by his lover, his friends, - and the community he so inspired.
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