Graffiti's Lament


This piece is actually from my old blog but I felt it relevant for Meeting the Bar: Graffiti Poetry over at dVerse. Long live Banksy!
 

Banksy B boy
Banksy, B-Boy Dalston, London 2009 photo by Wallkandy

10 comments:

  1. dang. tight...and all too true of the streets man...actually having worked in the projects a bit i wonder at the dream a bit, their dreams are just different...

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  2. oh heck..this is wonderfully written...and the pic just hit me...teddy bear still in hand...they're forced to grow up too quickly...

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  3. It's tragic how easily the dreams we have can be lost...

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  4. it is true.. some things are not disposable..somethings are raw...
    these are the things that make us real...
    thank you for visiting my blog... and allowing me to visit yours.

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  5. Nicely done with an all too familiar message.
    ~Zouxzoux

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  6. ..it happens all too often..love the poster boy;)

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  7. Life in the streets often is dependent on the dreams, aspirations and false promises of others - those on the bottom rung rarely share the riches...

    Anna :o]

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  8. This is a real humdinger - two humdingers, in fact: text and image. Perfect together.

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  9. Awesome--Had never heard of Bansky before, now I'll have to check out his work

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