CRUDE SPRAY

prose-poetry

Ghetto blasting, bold effacing, chrome, matt, decadently luminous, head and heart, aerosol attack. Bombastic, raw, rancid, funky, the vigour of the rouge rattling canister fuelled with incongruent velocity. Inflating the chaotic force of convictions, applied to an unassuming surface, with practiced precision.  Memories of loss, of missing people, setbacks, hard facts, fading dreams, inconstant mood alterations, of pertinent obstacles, of all that hinders life, encountered through home grown, visionary, artistic strife. Signifying, youthful urban rebellion, countering decay, defying archaic snobbery, via crazy, unpolished, pro-active, Hip Hop, scribings, hedonistic, street credulous, lavishings, barren, outlandish utterings. Unapologetically gratuitous, edgy, capacious, feisty, denoting, unpassified reputations, meticulous while risky. Lady- Rocket-Head with her companion Boney-Pink-Led, were a graffiti artist duo, both had flunked high school,  both were armed with irrepressible, rude-girl, gusto, as self-publicists and as show-women, marking their colour "filled creations with inconsequential remarks, with unique, brazen patterns, composing of numerous bravado effusing curiosities, including, relationships, skateboarding and escaping urban tyrannies. Though, these were largely interpreted as mere profundities. The dynamic determination, portrayed by Lady-Rocket-Head, concealed the profound inner turmoil of her personal loss, compounding also, her awareness even, of how her vocation, was regarded by some authorities as unrepentant, low level, dross. She was however, undeterred by the latter dilemma as, her eldest sister had sadly died of cancer, during the early hours of that very day; her anguished, tear ridden writing on the wall was to  subsequently say; “A SIZTA’S LUV SHALL NEVA CEASE, LUV NURTURES EAZE LUV NURTURES PEACE, ALL MY LUV” .  

Ghetto blasting, bold effacing, chrome, matt, decadently luminous, head and heart, aerosol attack. Bombastic, raw, rancid, funky, the vigour of the rouge rattling canister fuelled with incongruent velocity. Inflating the chaotic force of convictions, applied to an unassuming surface, with practiced precision.  Memories of loss, of missing people, setbacks, hard facts, fading dreams, inconstant mood alterations, of pertinent obstacles, of all that hinders life, encountered through home grown, visionary, artistic strife.

Signifying, youthful urban rebellion, countering decay, defying archaic snobbery, via crazy, unpolished, pro-active, Hip Hop, scribings, hedonistic, street credulous, lavishings, barren, outlandish utterings. Unapologetically gratuitous, edgy, capacious, feisty, denoting, unpassified reputations, meticulous while risky. Lady- Rocket-Head with her companion Boney-Pink-Led, were a graffiti artist duo, both had flunked high school,  both were armed with irrepressible, rude-girl, gusto, as self-publicists and as show-women, marking their colour filled creations with inconsequential remarks, with unique, brazen patterns, composing of numerous bravado effusing curiosities. Those of, relationships, skateboarding, of escaping urban tyrannies. Though, these were largely interpreted as mere profundities.

The dynamic determination, portrayed by Lady-Rocket-Head, concealed the profound inner turmoil of her personal loss, compounding also, her awareness even, of how her vocation, was regarded by some authorities as, ' unrepentant, low level, dross'. She was however, undeterred by the latter dilemma as, her eldest sister had sadly died of cancer, during the early hours of that very day; her anguished, tear ridden writing on the wall was to  subsequently say; “A SIZTA’S LUV SHALL NEVA CEASE, LUV NURTURES EAZE LUV NURTURES PEACE, ALL MY LUV” .  

Reviews

[emmajoy]

“A SIZTA’S LUV SHALL NEVA CEASE, LUV NURTURES EAZE LUV NURTURES PEACE, ALL MY LUV” .

Brilliantly informed, unique writing, wonderful phrasing, vocabulary with a rhythm of its own. As to the end, i gasped - and loudly. Behind most stories, goings-on, artwork of all kinds, there are reasons for being what and where they are. And thereby hangs the tale of two artists with their own extraordinary worth, like or not.
This should be read and read.. it's unusual. And, oh my - just had a thought, now i wondering about your coloured font, surely not.. or .. maybe .. ?!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you ever so much for your most interesting review Emma Joy, it did enjoy shedding light on two inner city, unknowns, I'll stick with the font colour for now, unless soone complains to the local council, best

[Sami Khalil]

This is mind boggling and wonderful. Touching all art forms ...:)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Nice to be aquainted Sami, that's an acolade coming from you, I do admire your work, thank you Sir!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...The feelings are mutual...:)

[Sirius King]

Colorful perfectly chosen words racing to paint a very vivid picture. This is art you've
created
great write

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thank you so much Serenus, for taking the time to stop by, greatly appreciated, my friend

[roarke]

The inspiration and art behind graffiti and the taggers that paint it. It's like the art of jazz, blues, now transformed by rap and hip hop, a young generations art form. An art form of the masses for the masses by the masses. It speaks, it shouts, it absorbs all the color spectrum of light.

I think you've captured it very well in this write. You've channeled the disjointed emotions and fragmented frustrations of this artist and laid it into words that reflect the art. Might be something to go deeper into, layer with more spray paint and grit of life.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thanks ever so much Roarke
Hip Hop has certainly evolved over the last couple of decades, progressive Hip Hop has been quite an influence in my life

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A piece to be cellebrated with awe. Profound and meticulous in it's passage from wonder to reality!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

that is so good of you John, thanks for such a surging review!