I did things. That was it. You know, there were many at tha time. I went into a j c penny window. And i started sort of smashing my body against the window and sort of convulsing and eating many bananas. The police were called and i was put into a squad car. But when you think about that, in terms of events with the police, there still was a certain sense of innocence there. It was san francisco, but that, you know, i reati thought that somebody reported that you were on drugs and convoa, te wi doi was insane. In fact, i even paid for my father's funeral.
Karen Finley reflects on her legendary performance pieces, censorship and decades of groundbreaking work—and the sheer joy in creating art.