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Monologues for the Stage from "Sounds in the Distance"Author(s): David WojnarowiczSource: BOMB, No. 8, Drawing, Fiction, Poetry (1983/1984), pp. 56-57Published by: New Art PublicationsStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/40425203Accessed: 19/08/2010 14:32

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DavidWojnarowiczMonologues or he tagefromSoundsntheDistanceYoungWoman

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YoungMan inSilverDollarRestaurant(NYC)One night was walkindown by theHudsonRiver round heparkingot where ut-of-townerscruise n their arsand I'mwalkin round heckinoutthe iver nd thepeople .. I walked own o theend ofthe otwhere here's ottoomany arsandthis oice ayshello nd turn ndthere's his and-someguy ittinnhis arwith hemotor oing.. soI walked ver nd ean on thedoorandtalk o himfor while hewas prettyool; I meanrealfriendlyand he was handsome too .. I checkedout hisbody;his rms ndchestwere eallynicend vsortaglanceddown at his crotchbut it was iti theshadows. . .After little ithe askedme to- et nthe ar andgo for ride... we went p thehudsonto a place long he iver p nthe wentiesrthirtieswhere heres hisold railroad rack hat ndssud-denlytthe iversdge nd twasa hotnightnd thewindowswereopenwith ool breezes nd hepullsout omereeferndwewere mokin nd talkin orwhile.. Atsomepointhishand slidoverontomylegand I was feelin ood so I reached ver ndputmy palmon hischest nd rubbed tslow,movingdowntowardshis crotch.Whenmyhandreached,his egs t ustpassed hrough is egs.. I meanmyhandsuddenlywent ntonothingness..1 stoppedfor second:you knowthatmomentwhenyourbrain sgivennformationhats lmost oomuch orit todealwith; ike omethingo unexpectedhat tcantbebroken ownrightway .and this uys tillrubbingroundmy eganddecided hat was justgoing o ignore he fact hathe had no legs nd atsomepointhereached verme andhit his ever nthebottom fmy eat and itmadetheback oftheseatfly ackso I was parallel o theground ndhedoes the ameto his seatand thenhe ifted imselfupon his rms ndswings pandover ntome andI closedmy yesand justmovedwith t.After ehadsexhe toldme he osthis egs nVietnam;e aidhestepped n a mine n a field nd t was twodaysbeforehe was gonna head home.. so he's sittintherenthisfield till onscious,withbothhis egsgone ndhe see's his elicopteromin o rescue imand when t landed t landedright n a mine ndblewup three opters ne after nother heotherblewuptryingorescue im ndfinallyhey othimoutathere. .after ellinme thishesuddenlyays:need omehotwater ightway . .andhe said t na desperate ay o I gavehim irectionsomy lace

andhepullsupoutside fmyhouse ndsays:makeitreally ot ndbring rag r somethin.. so Iwentupstairs.. he seemed lmosthystericalo I didnteven uestiont. .1 ranupstairs,oiled omewaterandbroughtt backdown na plastic ontainerndgave tto him .. he asked fhecouldkeep tand IsaicUyah rid he took off. .1 wentback upstairsand my boyfriendame outa his room and said:whatsgoing n? and I didntknow what o say. .

Guy nMusicGlub3:30 A.M.(NYC)Man .. I almost otbusted onight.. or almostgot my ss kicked.. I was down on 3rdStreetndavenue I wentdownto cop somestuffnd I waswalkindown the street nd about to go into thisdoorway.. I saw these op cars down the end ofthe block and I knew theywere raiding omebuilding ut I didn't hink heywerenearby.. Ididnt ee thiscop van in front f theplace lainclothes ops .. I was about togo throughhis oorandsomeguy assingme on the idewalk oes:dontgo inthereman!but already admyhand on thedoor. . .1 dont know I was confused orsomething. . ust ired . .didnt ealizehe was talk-ing o me orsomethingo I open hedoor ndgo n-side and could hear hese eople runningp stair-cases his s this bandoned uildinghat hey se todeal out of o I'm going up the stairs nd thisguystarts ellingt me: WHY THE FUCK DID YOUCOME IN HERE WHO TOLD YOU TO COMEIN HERE WHAT DO YOU WANNA GET USALL BUSTED . . .thenhe told me to get upstairsfast.. I wntup to thefourth loor nd thewholehallwayscrowdedwith eople ndeveryody justwaiting o either un or whateverfthecops come

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