Thursday, April 2, 2009

The streets of my town

Judging by the quality of graffiti that appears in and near my suburb, I can only conclude there must be rogue poets (possibly Squib) roaming the street at night, creating fear and poetry on a regular basis.

Some examples;

This gender thing is a bit tricky, isn’t it?

If you close your eyes, the cars sound a little like waves

Fuck men

I still luvs ya, Jay

Meat is murder yummy

and my personal favourite

Zac is a mad cunt.

Any outstanding public poetry is your neck of the woods?

19 comments:

  1. There's a stop sign with 'hammertime' stenciled underneath, but you know, we've seen that before - there's another stop sign with 'collaborate and listen' grafitti'd under it too - which I haven't seen before, but I like just as much... Now I'm curious! I'm going to have to head out and about his evening and check it out for you Ramon.

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  2. There is no graffiti in my town.
    None. It's weird. Graffiti must be a city thing.

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  3. This is one of our neighbours

    http://poetsquib.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/neighbour.jpg

    This picture was taken before he put a gallows on his roof

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  4. Must make for interesting chats over the fence, Squib.

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  5. We don't get along. Not since he put the phone tower on his roof

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  6. Here is my standard list of favourite graffiti. Perseus is only too familiar with them and, in fact, contributed one:

    1980s London:

    "Thatcher Out!"

    "LBW Alderman," replied a disillusioned cricket fan.

    *

    1970s Melbourne:

    "What would you do if God came to Hawthorn?" read the poster above a church on the corner of Glenferrie and Burwood Roads.

    "Move Peter Hudson to centre half forward," responded a local wit.

    *

    1990s Fitzroy:

    "E=MC2," wrote a maths enthusiast on a toilet wall.

    "That's true Albert," noted a pedantic teacher, "but you have failed to show any working out. 7/10."

    (Thanks to Perseus for this one.)

    *

    1970s London:

    "Nigger's Out!" scrawled a poor-punctuating racist on a London wall.

    "But don't worry," added a passing wag, "he'll be back soon."

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  7. "Andrew Bolt is a nut".

    Sadly, this is not in my suburb.

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  8. Someone painted "Wangi Boys" on the log fence at Dobell Park, but thats the only one I can remember. I was going to sit my 2 yr old on the log and take a photo but the council cleaned it off before I got a chance.

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  9. We had a McShit using the big yellow McDonalds M on a real sign. Sadly this only lasted a week or so.

    There was one down by the Yarra years ago, near where Williams Rd hits whatever that windy one is.

    "Beam me up Scottie. There's no signs of life down here."

    I remember that Peter Hudson/God one too...

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  10. I remember these from Canberra:
    Jesus Saves

    But Van Basten scores on the rebound

    Evidently quite old.

    There was another that was around for ages

    Subvert the dominant paradigm

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  11. "Bacon Stinks"

    I am so tempted to add "good" to the end of it...

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  12. Go-Betweens.

    Another beer for Perseus.

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  13. "I don't want the world, I just want your half."

    Ha!

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  14. Looking forward to Poetry Slam Friday, Ramon. I can't wait. Do your worst. What was it again you were going to do? Obscure I think it was...

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  15. The last time I visited my sister's town, there was graffiti scrawled everywhere saying "Chris will die!"

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  16. INH, was it painted on a bridge?

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  17. Was it painted on a bridge?

    You know it, comrade.

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