About Michael J. Faris
Assistant Professor of English with research areas in digital literacy, privacy and social media, and queering rhetorics.
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“IF I DIE OF AIDS – FORGET BURIAL – JUST DROP MY BODY ON THE STEPS OF THE F.D.A.,” jacket worn by David Wojnarowicz (September 14, 1954 – July 22, 1992), ACT UP demonstration, Food and Drug Administration, Washington, D.C., October 11, 1988. Photo by Bill Dobbs. David Wojnarowicz, who died twenty-four years ago today, was an American painter, photographer, writer, filmmaker, performance artist, and AIDS activist. Wojnarowicz emerged from New York’s underground art scene in the late 1970s as one of the most prominent and prolific mixed-media artists and activists; a retrospective of his work, “History Keeps Me Awake At Night,” has been announced for exhibition at the Whitney Museum (@whitneymuseum) in Spring 2018. David Wojnarowicz died from AIDS-related illness on July 22, 1992; he was thirty-seven. #lgbthistory #lgbtherstory #lgbttheirstory #lgbtpride #queerhistorymatters #haveprideinhistory #davidwojnarowicz (at Food and Drug Administration)
“But at the same time, in a way that few if any critics have pointed out, it repairs a gaping hole at the center of those movies: their inability, in films all about the wonders of childhood, to imagine the inner lives of girls.”
“This is Water is the best commencement speech of all time not because it has transcended the formula, flattery, and platitudes that a graduation speech trades in, but precisely because it has mastered them. Wallace does not conceal this. He tells you what he’s giving you upfront. “Stated as an English sentence,” says Wallace, the moral of his fish-parable “is just a banal platitude, but the fact is that in the day to day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have a life or death importance.”
I’m tired of the high cultural premium on sincerity, which has sky rocketed this election cycle. If sincerity is a virtue, its one I’ve never had or wanted, and one that would do me little good anyway. Praising a person for their sincerity too often means praising a person for having feelings, and feelings, for some reason, seem to count less when women have them.”
– “How the Best Commencement Speech of All Time Was Bad for Literature” by Emily Harnett—an excellent essay on sincerity and David Foster Wallace (h/t Rhetsy) Continue reading
I haven’t posted a blog post that wasn’t just an image in ages (and this might be how I’ve started a half dozen blog posts in the past), but my friend Nathaniel posted a nice response to this Buzzfeed list … Continue reading
225/366/2016 yummy mango pudding that Angela made! Continue reading