Posts Tagged ‘The Velvet Underground’

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Date of Photographs: June 15, afternoon. We’d like to introduce you to George Washington Bridge, our longtime companion. Yes, it’s our husband. It’s our wife and it’s our life. “I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, and have been ever […]

In which The Gay Recluse thinks about shit on the daily commute. As we walk through midtown each morning and each afternoon, we often pause to observe a fading silhouette on a wall; while somewhat decrepit, it provides comforting evidence — of a sort we are always on the lookout for — that Andy Warhol […]

Yet another raw December day on which to consider the question of how much happier we might be somewhere else in the world! We stare out the window at the low winter sky and ask if perhaps we might prefer to live in Miami, where it never snows and our bones might not feel so […]

Opening the gate that leads from our front yard to the street, we were met by a short, scrawny man with veiny arms that seemed to swell grotesquely at the elbow. He wore jeans and a dingy t-shirt on which the faded outlines of a corporate logo could be seen. His eyes were gaunt, but […]