My Avant-Garde Education

Bernard Cooper

A few weeks before the freshman semester at the School of Visual Arts in New York, I found a bachelor apartment (I loved the suave and manly sound of it) on East 12th Street between 2nd and 3rd Avenue. The basement windows were level with the sidewalk, the legs of pedestrians blurring past. If I pul…


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