We’ve just returned from our travels and I promised you some graffiti blogging. Unfortunately, we chose to travel to the cleanest place in America, so there was a startling lack of graffiti.
See if you can figure out what this means:
Another image of subway graffiti:
I remember back in the ’80s when the New York City subways were covered in graffiti. The cars in particular were like works of art, covered from stem to stern with brightly colored tags and graffiti art. You don’t see that anymore.
We’re home now. Air travel remains the usual exercise in dehumanization and authoritarian oppression. I still eagerly await the day when I can walk to my gate without taking my fucking shoes off.
Subway graffiti, New York City, 103rd Street Station:
I love this. “The time is now,” but that message could have been scrawled months, even years ago. The writer could have been a Tea Partier or socialist, we don’t know. But it doesn’t matter. The time is always now to march on D.C.
|Lions Gate Bridge, Vancouver, B.C.|
The saddest story I ever read is just 29 words long:
Tasha Lyn, Still want my daughter, miss you evrey [sic] day I’m alive
healing from the cancer ops not on dope crack or meth never was!
Prostrate [sic] cancer since 1996
Funny how we writers can fill a page with hundreds of words, and fill a book’s bindings with hundreds of pages, yet these 29 words tell us so much.
And there is so much left out. This graffiti was scrawled on a sign at Lions Gate Bridge in Vancouver, B.C. A message that sad on the entrance to a bridge over the icy waters of English Bay and Burrard Inlet makes me wonder: how did the story end?
|Berry Road railroad crossing, Nashville, Tennessee|
My favorite thing to read is Harper’s Magazine and I just got the new issue in the mail so I will be busy for a while. I’m also still reading Natural Capitalism: Creating the Next Industrial Revolution, and then I have a stack of fiction and non fiction I need to read. Some of it is for work, some of it is for pleasure. There simply is not enough time in the day for reading.
What are you reading?