Marwencol Page #4

YOU WOULDN'T TELL THEM

WHERE THE BAR WAS,

SO THEY KILLED YOU.

THE BAD GUY KILLED YOU.

AND THEN THEY STARTED

WALKING OUT OF THE CHURCH.

AND THE PROFESSOR,

WHO STAYED BEHIND

TO WATCH OVER RUTHIE,

HE WAS PICKING OFF THE SS.

HE GOT THREE OF THEM.

SO THE SS SCARED BACK

INTO THE CHURCH.

THEY WERE GONNA STAY THERE

UNTIL THEY FOUND MY BAR.

AND THE PROFESSOR WAS JUST--

EVERY TIME ONE OF THEM

WOULD POKE THEIR HEAD OUT,

HE WAS PICKING THEM OFF.

[IMITATES GUNSHOT]

AND THAT WAS GOOD.

IF MARK IS ANGRY,

HE DEFINITELY TAKES

IT OUT ON HIS TOWN,

WHICH I GUESS IS

A GOOD OUTLET,

YOU KNOW.

INSTEAD OF TAKING

OUT IN REAL LIFE,

HE TAKES IT OUT:

ON HIS TOWN.

AND HE GETS A LOT

OF ANGER OUT THAT WAY.

AND THE SS:

TAKES THE BRUNT:

OF A LOT OF IT.

I THINK A LOT OF IT

STEMS FROM:

HIS ATTACK, TOO.

HE'S GOT A LOT OF

ANGER TO LET GO,

ESPECIALLY:

FOR GROUPS,

PEOPLE WHO HATE.

AND IT DEFINITELY

SHOWS IN HIS TOWN.

ANYTHING PISSES HIM

OFF IN LIFE,

THAT'S AN OUTLET FOR

MARK TO TAKE IT OUT

AND SOMEONE IN THAT

TOWN'S GONNA GET IT.

I CREATED MY OWN THERAPIES.

AND THIS WAS ONE OF THEM.

WOW.

I COULD ACT OUT MY REVENGE

AND ANGER AND RAGE

IN PHOTOGRAPHS.

IT'S NICE TO BE

ABLE TO--

YOU KNOW,

SOMEBODY HURTS YOU,

YOU CAN, WITHOUT

ANY VIOLENCE,

YOU KNOW, GET BACK

AT THEM. YOU KNOW.

CORRECT. RIGHT.

WHETHER IT BE ON PAPER

OR IN FILM.

YEP. YEP.

I STILL REALLY MISS

SOMEBODY TO TALK TO

ABOUT STILL:

THE WAY I FEEL.

SO YOU'RE NOT

IN THERAPY NOW?

OH, NO. NO.

THIS GUY IS TOD, THE EDITOR

FOR "ESOPUS" MAGAZINE.

GOOD FRIEND OF MINE

NAMED DAVID NAUGLE,

HE WAS AT A PARTY

AND SAID--HAD HIS

MAC WITH HIM,

AND HE SAID, I'VE GOT TO

SHOW YOU SOMETHING.

AND I THOUGHT:

IT WAS FANTASTIC.

JUST LIKE NOTHING

I'D EVER SEEN BEFORE.

AND THE STORY, ALTHOUGH

I DIDN'T KNOW MUCH OF IT

AT THAT POINT,

WAS FASCINATING:

TO ME, TOO.

THE MAGAZINE IS--

THE WHOLE PURPOSE

OF IT IS:

TO PRESENT A SPACE

THAT'S COMPLETELY

UNCOMMERCIAL,

COMPLETELY UNMEDIATED,

AND COMPLETELY UNFILTERED

FOR ARTISTS TO PRESENT

THEIR WORK TO,

HOPEFULLY, A FAIRLY BROAD

GENERAL PUBLIC.

TO FIND SOMEBODY LIKE MARK

WHO'S DOING THIS AMAZING WORK

THAT NO ONE HAS SEEN EVER,

EXCEPT MAYBE:

A FEW PEOPLE HE WORKED WITH

AT THE ANCHORAGE AND DAVID,

WAS JUST LIKE A GIFT

FROM THE GODS, YOU KNOW.

Tod:
DOES IT FEEL

LIKE THERAPY:

AT ALL TO YOU,

OR IS IT ALL:

JUST ART?

IT CONSTANTLY KEEPS

MY MIND--

IT KEEPS MY MIND

CONSTANTLY WORKING.

UH-HUH.

I MEAN, THE MINUTE I MET HIM,

I WAS LIKE,

OH, HE'S LIKE A NICE GUY.

HE'S JUST A WONDERFUL

NICE GUY.

HE'S SO MUCH FURTHER ALONG

THAN MOST OF US WOULD BE

IN THAT SITUATION.

AND REALLY BECAUSE

OF WHAT HE'D DECIDED

TO DO WITH HIS LIFE.

THIS IDEA OF SOMEONE

USING ART TO SORT OF ACCESS

SOMETHING THEY LOST

OR TO SORT OF REGAIN

SOMETHING THEY LOST

WAS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL

AND SO MOVING TO ME.

AND THEN THE WORK

WAS SO GREAT.

IT WOULD BE A GREAT STORY

IF HIS WORK WERE,

YOU KNOW, NICE,

BUT HIS WORK IS STRONG.

IT'S STRONG STUFF.

SO THAT JUST MADE IT

SUCH A NO-BRAINER.

OF COURSE WE'RE

GONNA DO THIS.

Mark:
MEANWHILE, BACK

IN MARWENCOL...

THE TOWN GERMANS AND I

CAME UP WITH A PLAN

THAT I WOULD PRETEND TO BE

THE TOWN GERMANS' PRISONER.

THEY WOULD BRING ME

TO THE CHURCH.

AND THAT WAY WE COULD

INFILTRATE THE SS,

AND THEN JUST GET

OUR TOWN BACK.

YEAH, BUT THAT

DIDN'T HAPPEN

BECAUSE THE SS TOOK ME,

SENT THE TOWN GERMANS

OUT OF THE CHURCH.

THEY TIED ME UP,

THE SS TIED ME UP.

THEN STARTED:

INTERROGATING ME.

WHERE'S MY BAR?

WHERE DID I MOVE THE BAR?

WE WANT TO DRINK!

THAT'S WHAT THEY KEPT ON,

WITH ANGER:

AND STUFF LIKE THAT.

THEN STARTED CUTTING ME.

AND ON MY ALTER EGO,

I PUT A SCAR DOWN

THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY FACE,

BECAUSE THIS IS THE SIDE

THAT WAS DAMAGED

IN REAL LIFE ON ME.

THERE'S ONE MAJOR DIFFERENCE

I FOUND IMMEDIATELY

BETWEEN MARK'S WORK

AND A LOT OF OTHER

CONTEMPORARY ART

THAT I LOOK AT AND SEE

AND LIFE, FOR THAT MATTER.

THAT IS, PARTICULARLY

WHEN YOU'RE USING DOLLS

OR SOME KIND OF--

YOU'RE RE-PHOTOGRAPHING

SOMETHING,

THERE'S GENERALLY

A VERY STRONG SENSE

OF IRONY IN THE WORK.

THERE'S A DISTANCE.

AND IT'S KIND OF

A LITTLE WINK-WINKY.

LIKE, I'M PHOTOGRAPHING DOLLS.

ISN'T THAT, YOU KNOW,

FUNNY OR SUBVERSIVE

OR CLEVER OR WHATEVER.

AND I JUST--THE THING

THAT STRUCK ME IMMEDIATELY

ABOUT MARK'S WORK

IS THAT THERE'S

NO IRONY IN IT:

AS FAR AS I CAN TELL.

I MEAN,

HE'S A VERY CLEVER GUY,

VERY SMART,

BUT HE'S IN THE WORK.

HE'S NOT USING THE WORK

AS A TOOL TO DO SOMETHING ELSE.

THE WORK IS HIM.

IT'S A VERY AUTHENTIC

FEELING TO ME,

WHICH IS A WONDERFUL THING.

YOU DON'T IT THAT OFTEN.

Mark:
SO THEN,

BACK AT MY BAR,

ALL THE DOLLS:

IN MY BAR HEARD:

THAT THE SS HAD ME TIED UP

AND THEY WERE CUTTING ME

TO RIBBONS:

AND BEATING ME UP.

SO ANNA DIDN'T WANT

TO WAIT AROUND FOR

ANOTHER BRILLIANT PLAN

THAT THE TOWNSPEOPLE

HAD COME UP WITH.

SO SHE TOOK CHRIS

AND JACQUELINE:

AND TRADED THEIR UNIFORMS

FOR BARBIE CLOTHES.

THEY WENT INTO TOWN

WITH THEIR HANDS

BEHIND THEIR BACK.

EACH HAND:

WAS CARRYING A PISTOL.

AND THEY WALTZED INTO TOWN.

ANNA GRABBED MY REVOLVER

FROM THE TOWN GERMAN,

AND THE 3 OF THE GIRLS

WENT INTO THE CHURCH.

JUST LIKE:

PRECISION SURGEONS,

THEY ELIMINATED THE SS.

THEY ONLY WOUNDED

THE WORST SS GUY,

BECAUSE THEY HAD PLANS

FOR HIM.

THEY WANTED TO SAVE HIM

FOR LATER.

AND ANNA CAME OVER

AND SHE CUT ME DOWN

AND HELD ME UNTIL

THE JEEP CAME:

TO PICK US UP AND BRING US

BACK TO MY BAR.

HER COMING AND SAVING ME

FROM THE SS:

PROVED TO ME THAT

SHE LOVED ME.

IT PROVED TO ME THAT

SHE FELT THE SAME WAY

I FELT ABOUT HER.

SO THE CALL WENT OUT TO

ALL THE TOWN'S BARBIES.

WE DID IT BEFORE

AND WE CAN DO IT AGAIN

AND WE WILL DO IT AGAIN

WE'VE GOT A HECK

OF A JOB TO DO:

BUT WHO BETTER:

TO SEE IT THROUGH?

WE DID IT BEFORE

AND WE CAN DO IT AGAIN

AND WE WILL DO IT AGAIN

WE'RE ONE FOR ALL

AND WE'RE ALL FOR ONE

WE'LL GET TO LICKIN'

BEFORE WE'RE DONE

THEN SVETLANA TAKES

A PISTOL WHILE THE SS

GUY'S STILL ALIVE,

GOOD OLD-FASHIONED EYE

FOR AN EYE, TOOTH FOR

A TOOTH SORT OF THING.

AND STILL SMILING,

THE WOMEN OF MARWENCOL

HAD GOTTEN:

THEIR REVENGE.

THIS IS NO TOWN THAT

YOU CAN PUSH OVER

AND TAKE OVER.

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS

TO PEOPLE WHO MESS WITH US.

SO THIS IS MY WIFE, ANNA.

Man:
WHEN'D YOU GUYS

GET MARRIED?

MARCH 26.

I STILL REMEMBER THAT, TOO.

I DON'T REMEMBER WHEN

I GOT MARRIED IN REAL LIFE.

I MEAN, I REMEMBER THAT

IT WAS 8-4, '84.

BUT I DON'T RECOLLECT

THAT WEDDING:

AS MUCH AS I RECOLLECT

THE ONE THAT MY ALTER EGO

GOT MARRIED TO HERE.

AND IT'S WEIRD WHEN I SAY

"MY WIFE," YOU KNOW.

IT'S LIKE I REMEMBER

SAYING THAT BACK

WHEN I WAS MARRIED,

BUT IT JUST--IT DOESN'T

HOLD ANY, YOU KNOW--

I DON'T KNOW.

ANNA'S COMPETITION

IS DEJA THORUS,

THE BELGIAN WITCH

OF MARWENCOL.

SHE'S COMPETING

FOR MY LOVE.

DEJA THORUS WAS IN LOVE

WITH ME.

SHE'S STILL IN LOVE

WITH ME.

SHE CAN'T GET ME,

EVEN THOUGH SHE BROUGHT ME

BACK IN TIME:

SO I WOULDN'T MEET ANNA

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