I enjoyed reading Janowitz & Gaitskill & others throughout the 90s & oughts who wrote about 80s NYC art scene. I was tangentially there, but with a worm's-eye-view (such as seemed the only view possible at the time) i only could suspect that there was great stuff going on all around me--just never when i was in the room. It all felt self-consciously sordid & not as desperate as people let on. Decades later it seems like a lost utopia.
the hot coals WAVER
the walker is AGILE
tomb covered in VINES
it’s not beliefs ELECT
climber’s chiselled RESTS
dreams of a redwood STUMP
to tutor a TUTOR
vagabond UTERI
half of us MORON
despair not fit to PRINT
covid winter VAMPS
Kafka scribbles APART
white hot MANIA
builders living PRIOR
the hundred-yard STARE
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