January 29, 2004
THE SOCIAL UNCONSCIOUS IS GOING TO GET A STERN TALKING-TO
This sad little building is on (I think, lazy non-fact-checking blogger that I am) East 4th Street. This big wooden girdle is all that stands between the bricks and atomization. Maybe it's just an unsafe crackhouse that deserves razing, but I like to imagine it as the last holdout against a maxicorp rolling on treads through the valley. (Maybe NYU is going to install a giant promotional volcano on the site. They are, after all, one of the biggest landowners in town. And volcanos are the shit right now!)
You can see Jean-Michel Basuqiat walking down this block in the very bad but also most very bestest movie ever, Downtown 81. In 1981, this block looked like Beirut or that parking lot near the Farragut Houses where we used sneak menthol smokes. For a moment, it looks the way it used to again. Sensing this, the ghost of Basquiat came back and tagged up a door right down the block. The black paint? Fresh. The chalk? Fresh. Leonard Nimoy, file now.
Wait. It's just one of those assy anti-volcano protesters imitating Basquiat's duppy again. Fie!
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