The Sun Does Graffiti by vagabond ©
the sun does graffiti
it gets up
does shadow burners
on walls and streets
using the objects where
light doesn’t penetrate
as inspirational subject matter
and as the sun sets
the sun’s graffiti is buffed
by the oncoming darkness
- vagabond
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the shape of silence
this silence moves through the gaps in the shopping cart
because it refuses to be held
the tombstones of sound reflected
in the stillness of an unmarked watery graveyard
this is an illusion like any and all others
the ripples are simply too subtle to be seen
the sound too quiet to be heard
and it give a shape to the silence
it gives a form to the void
who would dare hypothesize that there was a shape to silence
who would have been bold enough to theorize that there was a form to the void
but how else would it hold us
and how else could we enter or exit
a shapeless silence or a formless void?
- vagabond
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my shadow as graffiti
(a poem for re•sister)
my shadow as graffiti
on the wall of a parking lot
on toulouse between chartres and decatur
in the french quarter of new orleans
required some sort of documentation
i’m glad that this camera exists in my hand
and acts as an extension of both eye and memory
because it was a wish come true
to be woven into the mystery
even if it was for only a moment
and who would believe it
without some sort of valid proof
without some sort of photographic evidence
- vagabond
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centuries end
(for the artist responsible for the work on sw 57 and 9 and mohamed bouazizi)
hakim bey said the end of the 20th century
occurred when the wall came down in ’89
and who can argue with hakim bey?
it’s common knowledge that capitalism fell in ’07
and everything since then is just voodoo economics
making zombie capitalism in a way only george romero prophesied
they say trickle down economics
is gonna make it rain prosperity but it smells like piss
as it bounces off the tops of our heads
i say the beginning of the 21st century
began with the self-immolation of mohamed bouazizi in tunisia
setting fire to the african winter of ’11
everything in-between ’89 and ’11
was side line gestation and formulation
out of the binary and into the dialectic
the writing and the pictures were on the wall
on the sw corner of 57th and 9th in new york shitty
but no one bothered to look
but once felt these ideas spread like a virus across walls and into streets
and it’s easier to serve up the messengers head to madness
than decipher the coda of a centuries end
- vagabond
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In the back of a Pathmark Supermarket in the Bronx abandoned shopping carts sermonize the end of rampant consumerism in the age of capitalism. Scattered and empty the shopping carts preach of the ongoing apocalypse of scarcity in the land of plenty.
The message is drowned out by the din of UPC codes being scanned. No one is paying attention because the politics of less comes at a greater cost.
The congregation has been told to ignore these interruptions in the pleasure of consumption by veteran journalist talent show hosts occupying 24 hour news cycles. The oracles of soap opera reality show stars have said that we are past the tipping point. They would know… after all, they are the authority on these matters…
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