Secure I Dreamt I Was A Nymphomaniac Imagining Compiled By Kathy Acker Accessible In Edition

Kathyonly you really get me, Acker's second published novel, similarly cut up and recombine from diverse sources like my favorite sequence from sitelinkMoravagine and a probably notsochanged report on questionable prison policies with the names of semirecurring characters subbed in.
For some reason, though this was as choppy and nonlinear as Acker's prior sitelinkThe Childlike Life of the Black Tarantula, it had more sustained sections of genuine narrative intrigue, which I KNOW, why am I looking for narrative intrigue in Acker, but some of the Peter sections were pretty great, even when they fractured into repetition and some kind of science discussion.
Interesting.
"I'm the Chinese wood comb running through her curly hair, I'm the bra which outlines her delicate breasts, I'm the transparent net of her sleeves, The dress swishing around her upper legs, The silk stocking of her thigh, The heel which lies beneath her, The puff she uses after she bathes, The salt of her armpits, I sponge off her clammy parts, I'm wet and tender. I'm her hand that does what she needs, I don't exist. I'm her chair, her mirror, her bathtub, I know all of her perfectly as if I'm the space around her, I'm her bed. " Born of German Jewish stock, Kathy Acker was brought up by her mother and stepfather her natural father left her mother before Kathy was born in a prosperous district of NY.
At, she left home and worked as a stripper, Her involvement in the sex industry helped to make her a hit on the NY art scene, and she was photographed by the newly fashionable Robert Mapplethorpe.
Preferring to be known simply as Acker the name she took from her first husband Robert, and which she continued to use even after a short lived second marriage to composer Peter Gordon, she moved to London in the mid eighties and stayed in Britain for five years.
Ackers writing is as difficult to classify into any particular genre as she herself was, She writes fluidl Born of German Jewish stock, Kathy Acker was brought up by her mother and stepfather her natural father left her mother before Kathy was born in a prosperous district of NY.
At, she left home and worked as a stripper, Her involvement in the sex industry helped to make her a hit on the NY art scene, and she was photographed by the newly fashionable Robert Mapplethorpe.
Preferring to be known simply as 'Acker' the name she took from her first husband Robert, and which she continued to

use even after a short lived second marriage to composer Peter Gordon, she moved to London in the mid eighties and stayed in Britain for five years.
Acker's writing is as difficult to classify into any particular genre as she herself was, She writes fluidly, operating in the borderlands and junkyards of human experience, Her work is experimental, playful, and provocative, engagingly alienating, narratively non sequitur, sitelink.