High Line Scavenger Hunt

Lucas Crawford writes about dislocation, scarring, and exclusion. His poetry-as-urban history is intimate and powerful at once, both defiant and formally beautiful. Starting from a questioning of New Yorks Highlinea new icon whose publicness is built not just on an elevated abandoned railway track, but on the exclusion of unwanted sentiments, bodies, and desires. The poems scavenge freely from the poets experiences of the city, juxtaposing architecture schools, public washrooms, gay bars, Paris-and-Edmonton, queer plants, artless food, childhood memories, and body image. - Annmarie Adams, architectural historian, McGill University
These poems re-visit, re-imagine and re-story a neighbourhood once home to drag kings and queens, AIDS activists, kink and leather clubs. The High Line Scavenger Hunt retraces urbanization and unwritten queer histories through modes of autobiography, metaphor and architecture. A must read for any urban misfit, intellectual outlier, and every queered heart. - Shannon Webb-Campbell, poet and author of Still No Word
Transgender embodiment, like the practice of architecture, is a transformative activity that physically manifests a vision in space. In this series of poetic reflections on the transformations wrought by the High Line Park on the social fabric and built environment of one small corner of Manhattan, poet and transgender cultural theorist Lucas Crawford excavates the ghosts of a displaced sex-work zone where trans women once plied their trade, and meditates on what its like for him to be there as afterward as a trans man studying architecture. Architecture, at its best, transforms utilitarian function into beauty; so, too, do trans lives that exceed the traditional functional uses of the biological body. Crawford senses the poetic potentials of both practices, and herein ably turns them into words. - Susan Stryker, Founding Co-Editor, TSQ: Transgender Studies Quarterly
The best architecture tends to exude its own poetry. Crawfordâs delightfully ironic and sublimely perverse work pushes this tendency away from liberal obsessions with form. Crawfordâs poems weave form and content like DS+Râs blending of the smooth new pathway with restored rails - Darren Patrick, The Avery Review