Never one to mince words over her 28-year career of crafting subversive spoken-word projects, books, screenplays, music, photography and other visual art, Lunch will update her Time of Dying tirade against men in positions of power -- and the wars they create -- at a one-night-only performance at the Axiom. "It's menstrual envy," Lunch says of men's fascination with conflict. "If men bled more, maybe they wouldn't have such incredible blood lust. Did you ever notice a woman has never started a world war?"
Good point, but before you file her under "feminazi," Lunch would have you know she's no man-hater. "My cry has been pity for men," she says. "As a man, if you walk down the street and smile at a guy, you'll get punched in the face. The only way men can communicate with each other is violence."
Lunch also plans to delve into the delightful dysfunction of addictive, obsessive relationships that she talks about on her CD Memory and Madness. On the album, she recounts a two-day coke bender and a blow-frenzied, paranoid lover whom she had to beat into submission.
A word to her fans: After the Houston show and a few others, it's back to Barcelona for Lunch, who has lived there for 15 years. So she encourages you to show up and not be afraid to laugh at her rants, no matter how vicious they appear. For her, the raw openness is fun. "I always wanted to be naked, and it doesn't get any more naked than this," she says. "And hey, I think my shit is funny."