Being a poet and tagging pages of writers cafe or any other site can be an anonymous type of endeavor if no one outside this place knows you post poetry. No one I know knows.
We write or we paint and that's good enough for me. What we leave is for those that appreciate it.
In reality, that's one of the main reasons why we have names... to graffiti existence with our fleeting presence. I don't think people should be afraid of using their real name at any point (outside of crazy circumstance). Reality is far more satisfying that way to me, even if I don't get to dance in the fantasy of anonimity every once in a while... it's worth it to say that I own all of my expression even when it makes me look like a f*****g moron. It's better to focus on who you really are instead of who you wish you could be if no one could see the mistakes, the faults, the gross parts. Self improvement, real self improvement, does not come from fantasy or anonimity. It comes from personal accountablity.
I probably missed the point of course. Tuesday is technically the start of my weekend, I've been drinking since 6pm.
Paint can make art, and create memories.
Be it the paint of a tagger, or the ink in the poet's pen.
I enjoyed reading this poem.
Nice to see someone talking about street art.
Take good care Green.
Being a poet and tagging pages of writers cafe or any other site can be an anonymous type of endeavor if no one outside this place knows you post poetry. No one I know knows.
We write or we paint and that's good enough for me. What we leave is for those that appreciate it.
I can relate to this. I was just saying this morning about existence and who will realise we were here when we gone. Its got meaning and continue if you got more to add. It relates to people
I say stick with it .. in time we might just make a beautiful mural .. or something to be proud of .. perhaps but I am quite happy the way it hangs here too :)
Some degree of anonymity can ultimately be most desirable. It all depends on the person we are. Whether we are happy to leave our graffiti tag and disappear quietly or, like those that are mostly in abundance nowadays, that want every spot of paint they leave behind to be salivated upon and held up under a spotlight.
This poem also speaks to me about a degree of loneliness or solitude. One who leaves their splash of paint and moves on and whose contribution goes unnoticed or unacknowledged.
It’s an interesting piece and one, I think, stands alone as it currently reads.
A very good metaphor for an artist sinking into anonymity. Leaving but traces of paint, words. I liked the hit and run reference and could relate to it personally, at so many levels. A despair is sensed in the words. Enjoyed this poem.
I'm living in the good ol' south of the US of A. Professionally, I'm an engineer and I guess that means I'm supposed to know things. I don't always. I write because I can, and because I can write word.. more..