Posts tagged NYC
“If many of the people I knew in New York in the seventies were twisted or paranoid or even evil, we all agreed one was a saint: Joe Brainard. Joe was a writer and visual artist from Oklahoma who stuttered and spelled erratically and was so timid that he danced in place, looking down, if he thought anyone was paying attention to him. Someone had once complimented him on his chest so he always wore his shirt open to the waist, even in subarctic winter weather.” - City Boy by Edmund White
“Obscene and Pornographic Art”
“Mr. B’s out of town and I can’t find anyone to have an affair with.
So I just mosey on down to the Metropolitan Museum of Art
to look at all the satyrs with hard-ons.
They’re over there next to the medieval armor,
their bronze muscles flexing under their goat fur loincloths,
vibrating that little-bitty Richter scale-looking thingy box
that sits in the corner of the controlled environment
behind the cold hard glass … “