BOY WOLF: A Prophet of Pleasure
It isn’t everyday that you witness someone fuck themselves with a horn nor bathe and quench their thirst by pouring milk all over their body. Is this shock value, avant garde pubescence or simply how life is in a certain realm of thought?
Performance artist Paul Leopold’s, Boy Wolf is the alternative answer to Generation Y’s America. Through spoken word, song, poetry, movement, video, myth and ritual, Boy Wolf invites his audience of peers to join in on the enchantment of his story, which is self-described as “a suburban prince’s fall into urban decadence, told as an orgasmic bacchanal drenched with animal sexuality”. Yet, it can also be aptly described as a prophecy of ultimate (and libidinal) pleasure through a queer lens. He is not concerned with the functions of capital America because he seems to have fallen out of that black hole with his first nocturnal emission; he is overwhelmed by the beauty of the pleasure that is excavated within parameters of sexual taboos.
Boy Wolf’s rituals seem to separate his work into a series of liberations. Boy Wolf, clad in meat and saran wrap, frees himself from the skin given to him by our world by cutting it off to reveal himself nude, or his natural state of another dimension. He liberates himself from the world of known reality while paying respect to it by binding himself with tefillin, which is used within the Hebrew faith to remind observant jews of god’s role in the exodus of Egypt. He adapts a new skin of latex and further cleanses himself in a shower of milk and ingests his own “meat” to pay respect to his earlier self. Boy Wolf then invites the audience to celebrate his Peter Pan-like pubescence through communal dance and song whilst protecting the energy Boy Wolf has shared with them.
Boy Wolf, as a product of the American Dream, refuses to wear the crown of the appropriation of dishonest diversity, the consistent yearn for attention of simple doings, the divine power of fiscality and, most importantly, the condemnation of the human body’s natural desires, which rings true as the Millennial American Dream. While the audience may feel shocked, it is a desire for true freedom that hooks them.
- Ryan Streit
- Photos by Tinker Coalescing for MIX NYC
MIX IT UP
The 26th annual MIX FESTIVAL opens today and seriously if you’re queer or queer friendly you MUST check it out! Radical beauties from around the world have taken over an enormous warehouse in Gowanus and outfitted it with dozens of largescale installations where tons of film screenings, performances and parties will happen all week!
We’re particularly excited about BOY WOLF's 30 min live performance on FRI at 11pm, Jason Ryan Yamas' “Not Me, Murphy” SAT at 8pm & DJ's ECON & VIV's all vynl all night long deep house set on Sat night.
Oh and did we mention that MIX NYC is an inclusive and diverse queer space where ANYTHING CAN AND WILL HAPPEN?! Yeah its pretty much the most exciting thing in the world this week. Check out the website, put some spandex on and fly over the rainbow!!!
As I mourned by the sea, two images came to mind, watermarking the paper-colored sky. The first was the face of his wife, Laurie. She was his mirror; in her eyes you can see his kindness, sincerity, and empathy. The second was the ‘great big clipper ship that he longed to board, from the lyrics of his masterpiece, ‘Heroin.’ I envisioned it waiting for him beneath the constellation formed by the souls of the poets he so wished to join. Before I slept, I searched for the significance of the date — October 27 — and found it to be the birthday of both Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath. Lou had chosen the perfect day to set sail — the day of poets, on Sunday morning, the world behind him.
--Patti Smith on Lou Reed
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"Or perhaps in Slytherin,
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means,
To achieve their ends.”
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