I don't know what to say right now. I can't believe it, and I feel like I'm re-living the day all over again when I first got the news about Art. I thought I was hearing it upside-down.
They loved each other so much. I know that sounds crazy if all you've read were the tabloid headlines, but that's the thing you've got to know to understand anything at all. They were Irish twins.
Jim and Art made a huge difference in my life; I'm hardly alone. They gleefully supported On Our Backs when no one else in the sex trade would even speak to us. They may not have been "gay," but they sure weren't straight. They were the anti-squares, totally defiant, and absolutely inspirational when it came to creative subversion. Doing any kind of anarchy or politics with them was a delight from start to finish. Where art thou, War News? Now I want to call Hunter, and he's gone too.
Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
