David Wojnarowicz, Rimbaud in New York, circa 1978 - 1979Then there is that everlasting and vital part of New York that is the Mother of Internal Exiles. The Village and the East Village are nothing like what they used to be, but I can still stroll down St. Mark's Place, or Avenue A, or stroll through parts of East Williamsburg or Bushwick where the current generation of alienated exiles live, and I can still hear the Velvet Underground loud and clear.
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