Walker Art Center


February 07, 2003

The past

Pief died recently, but I did not find out until I saw it in the local newspaper today, on the front-page. He was one of the older homeless in this town. Are there more and more of them nowadays or do we see them more because they are all selling that street magazine? I remember him clearly when he was 25 years younger, proud and arrogant in drag, wearing a green mantle, chased by youngsters down the street. In the years that followed I saw him becoming more and more extravagant. He turned into a walking work of art, just around the same time I was almost one too. I remember blood on my clothes with bird claws hooked onto them, my hair dozens of colors. He was more the drag queen kind of guy. Twenty-five years later he was nothing more than a man in rags without teeth and a black crow on his shoulder. At least he was still that extravagant. I was amazed when one day he started speaking to me, to sell me a copy of the street magazine. Never seen him talk to anyone, never thought he would talk to me. Sorry to see he had to like this. What did he die of? Pneumonia. There are worse ways to go.

Posted by Jeroen Goulooze at February 7, 2003 09:21 AM

hi jeroen,

i really liked a while back when you brought some color to our screens ... got any images of those bloodsoaked and clawhooked and dye-dipped days ?... that'd be interestin' to see.

hope to send in some sounds to the blog in the next days.


also was thinking about you and spaghetti today as i just started in on bruce sterling's " tomorrow now "... paradoxically , it was all about the future of course.


Posted by: ea pod on February 7, 2003 10:14 PM

One of the things I regret about those days is that I have no pictures what so ever. When looking through my pile of pictures one could eaily asume it did not happen at all.

But I am thinking about hte pictures. If I find the time that is... Have two terrible deadlnes next week.

Posted by: Jeroen Goulooze on February 8, 2003 11:59 AM
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