Blank walls
Jun. 13th, 2005 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kimberkitOn my building's outside wall today, I saw a scrawled, familiar hand: "slum lord." There, I think, goes someone who doesn't suffer from lack of ability to express themselves. That's not someone waiting to either get off their private cross or die. That's anger, expressed at the uncaring sky.
It's kind of funny. You'd think graffiti would be dissatisfying -- something to show the ugliness of life, the messiness of a community.
Intellectuals do that and we call it art. Common folk do it and we wipe it clean.
"Folks like us," says George, through Steinbeck. "We're not like others." But you know, Lennie's dead, and with him the hope of salvation, and the idea of being different.
It's kind of funny. You'd think graffiti would be dissatisfying -- something to show the ugliness of life, the messiness of a community.
Intellectuals do that and we call it art. Common folk do it and we wipe it clean.
"Folks like us," says George, through Steinbeck. "We're not like others." But you know, Lennie's dead, and with him the hope of salvation, and the idea of being different.
