wise ears, more war & an update

Recently seen on the transformer building next to the big Vepco hydro building...

hear dat?

partial city paint-over inside the transformer building 

here the aqua male/Mars symbol includes lines of suggestive movement...

In black, over the mysterious word "WOOK":

"Start anew BOMB EVERYTHING."

While this could refer to the metal group "Bomb Everything" it also reminds me of Joseph Conrad's novella Heart of Darkness, when Marlow finds Kurtz's  proclamation "Exterminate all the brutes!" in his International Society for the Suppression of Savage Customs pamphlet. Marlow's discovery of this phrase is portrayed in Francis Ford Coppola's film adaptation of the novella Apocalypse Now between 5:33-5:50.

And finally....

Above is a brief update on my "belle isle hydro plant" entry that reminded us that we are not special. The respondent insists "But my momma tells me it's true" possibly with sincerity, but more likely in sarcastic agreement. This could be a critique of a self-centered, over-praised generation or it could simply be a statement of absolute truth: we are just one of 7 billion people on a tiny planet,  in a solar system that is a small part of the Milky Way galaxy that is just one of billions of other galaxies.

However that's not to say that human life is not beautiful and worth living...

delinquent dullards or smart subversives?

One stereotype of the graffiti artist is that of a delinquent dullard, but some designs I've seen recently suggest otherwise. It seems that a bit of critical theory has seeped in to the consciousness of some local painters.

my body knows unheard of songs - Cixous

 Helene Cixous is a feminist scholar and professor at The European Graduate School, most noted for her interdisciplinary, poetic, scholarly writing and her attention to sexuality and the body as a form of writing. In this stenciled quote she seems to revel in her particular embodied delight, thus contradicting the anti-sensuality of American culture.


 Cixous' statement reminds me of Terence McKenna's observation that "there are Niagras of beauty within the body" - a statement that continues to astonish me today. But why does a culture seek to repress and put down the body? George Orwell offers a possible answer in 1984 when describing Julia's understanding of politics: "... sexual privation induced hysteria, which was desirable because it could be transformed into war fever and leader worship."

Graffiti today may or may not identify with Punk music, but the off-kilter "U" in this arrangement of the word PUNK is suggestive of movement, potential toppling - kind of like the Vepco hydro plant here.

Inside, about 12' above the floor, this message suggests some knowledge of Guy Debord's 1967 work Society of the Spectacle. Among the shorter definitions Debord provides for spectacle is: "The spectacle is not a collection of images, but a social relation among people, mediated by images."


But this spectacle doesn't seem especially menacing, certainly not worth destroying, so let me try another of his definitions: "The spectacle presents itself as something enormously positive, indisputable and inaccessible. It says nothing more than 'that which appears is good, that which is good appears.' The attitude which it demands in principle is passive acceptance which in fact it already obtained by its manner of appearing without reply, by its monopoly of appearance."
What is that indisputable good? Consumerism? Corporatism? Militarism?

  The paint on these stencils was so fresh I could smell it and the combination of these images arranged on the back of the Vepco transformer building struck me as a kind of triptych of political relevance.






The "one man army" stares out at us with serious determination while making a clever play on the
US Army recruitment motto "Army of One."
Who is this anti-war soldier?
A revolutionary from the past?
A revolutionary from the future? 

Here, the serious challenge of abandoning militarism is sweetened with a bit of humor about a holiday that involves surrender of pleasurable practices. The humor is effective in disarming the reader while the connection of war and lent suggests a clever subtext acknowledging the blood lust of warfare - a war lust that is often fueled by misinformation.







The most complex stencil of the trio, the Buddha image reaffirms the message of peace and balances the intensity of the young revolutionary's gaze. The Buddha emanates energy and gestures in peace, but not passive acceptance of militarism.


Some may dismiss these rebel painters as merely destructive delinquents, but their anti-war message is in line with the warnings President Eisenhower gave Americans 50 years ago when he left office, to beware of the military-industrial complex and its cancerous impact on Democracy.

surprise insights

Graffiti, generally disparaged, can sometimes contain surprise insight. I've shared some of these insights in earlier posts like my Belle Isle hydro plant entry. Sometimes the insight tends towards celebrating the immaterial as here:

 

Other times, the insight is a bit more sensual, earthy and crude...

(if not a commentary on unrestrained male lust)

or anatomically confusing....

...or simply celebrating pleasure

In the example below we can see a subtext of rude lustful demand

like "TITS OR GTFO" juxtaposed with surreal statements like

"The cake is a lie." 

(how is this possible?) 

Or more confusing signs like this:

F5F5F5F5F5

FapFapFap

The Game.

Bitch.

 

Who knows what esoteric communications reside in these seemingly random markings?