Quotes by Chris Kraus

If women have failed to make “universal” art because we’re trapped within the “personal,” why not universalize the “personal” and make it the subject of our art?

Its better than sex. Reading delivers on the promise that sex raises but hardly ever can fulfill -- getting larger cause youre entering another persons language, cadence, heart and mind.

Richard seemed to like our morning conversations about Brecht and Althusser and Andre Gorz, but later on he turned the group against me for being too cerebral and acting like a boy. And werent all these passionate interests and convictions just evasions of a greater truth, my cunt? I was an innocent, a de-gendered freak, cause unlike Liza Martin, who was such a babe she refused to take her platforms off for Kundalini Yoga, I hadnt learned the trick of throwing sex into the mix.

There were some low moments out there on the road tonight—abandonment and what’s the point?—but then I pulled in a radio station from Albuquerque playing historical rap and breakdance circa 1982. Kurtis Blow and disco synthesizers made me feel like I could drive all night.

Anyone who feels to much or radiates extremity gets very lonely.

Is there a way, she wrote in closing, to dignify sex, make it as complicated as we are, to make it not grotesque?

Dear Dick, I guess its been a case of infatuation... Mostly this infatuation-energy is about wanting to know someone.... Whereas the sex-infatuations thats male *you, Shake, the priest) leap out of nowhere, based on not knowing them at all. As if sex could provide the missing clues. Can it? In the cases of the males its like I felt some kind of hint of who that person was floating under the surface. Wanting sex to realise things I knew.

Oh Dick, you eroticise what youre not, secretly hoping that the other person knows what youre performing and that theyre performing too.

So dont be too fast to attribute yourself with miraculous sexual powers, The Christ of Love. Emma and I created you out of nothing, or very little, and in all fairness, You owe us everything. While you flounder in your daily life we have built you up as a truly powerful icon of erotic integrity.

Whats the matter? you asked, seizing an idea. Did I burst your balloon - destroy the fantasy?I struggled for a way to answer this without my clothes.... Well his was very cruel, but loving youd become a full-time job and I wasnt ready to be unemployed.

Cause shame was what we always felt, me and all my girlfriends, for expecting sex to breed complicity. (Complicity is like a girls name, writes Dodie Bellamy).

Better, perhaps, to dress like a whore around the clock and thus achieve a fully integrated personality.

When youre living so intensely in your head there isnt any different between what you imagine and what actually takes place. Therefore, youre both omnipotent and powerless.

Desire isnt lack, its surplus energy - a claustrophobia inside your skin -.

Because Im moved in writing to be irrepressible. Writing to you seems like some holy cause, cause theres not enough female irrepressibility written down. Ive fused my silence and repression with the entire female genders silence and repression. I think the sheer fact of women talking, being, paradoxical, inexplicable, flip, self-destructive but above all else public is the most revolutionary thing in the world.

I got together with Sylvère because I saw how I could help him get his life together. Im drawn to you cause I see how you can help me take my life apart...