Soon to be archived, then on to the next.
I used to live across the street from a school playground. There was a man who played basketball - by himself - all afternoon and all night. He was always out there. One night I looked out the window around 3-4 in the morning. There were lights in the playground that projected his shadow against the school wall. He was standing against a tree masturbating. The lights and his shadow projected every tiny movement to a figure 30 feet tall. I think of that often.
Next time you're in NYC plan a visit to The Fales Library. They have all of Wojnarowicz's papers and effects. We're talking the Rimbaud mask. We're talking his stencils . . . his magical boxes . . . some first prints. We're talking everything.
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