Archive | November, 2011

Don’t be afraid of the sadness that will set you free

24 Nov

After all that crazy insult shit, I thought it was about time for some sweet sadness.

This beautiful aphorism has been on a fence close to Croxton Station for a good year or more – testament to the power of its sentiment.

The day I stopped to snap this photo was one pregnant with the promise of impending thunder storms. The thunder heads were billowing behind me, and just as I stopped, a few rays of late afternoon sun stole through giving me a good half minute’s window to take my photo. Cosmic ha?

This is a very sweet take on sadness, so I’m not going to fill your mind with my own long winded interpretations, suffice to say that it has lead me down some interesting paths of thought.

It puts me in mind of a Sufi story though, more about aphoristic thought and the search for answers than sadness, though sadness, as our fence-post poet understands, has its own path to bliss.

Mullah Nasruddin is tearing up and down the high street of his village on his donkey. After a while the whole town gathers scratching their heads and wondering what is going on, till one person steps forward and asks, “What are you doing?” Nasruddin replies, “I’m looking for my Donkey!”

Don't be afraid of the sadness that will set you free

Advertisements

Random Insults 17 – Run from this mouldy health hazard house

23 Nov

I was feeling a bit over these random insult posts until I came across this very funny defacement of a Run Property sign.

My family had to deal with these schmoes for a while and we found them about as effective at agency as a celibate at a swinger’s convention. Their only contact with us, or our landlord, seemed to be when they were agitating for a rent increase. Perish the thought that they should do anything like organise repairs or some such triviality. Run pride themselves on this corporate chic image, so it’s always nice to see some Texta wielding bandit do a hatchet job on their branding (cf. this one). This one is smirk-raisingly witty and made my morning after I left Missy at childcare with a heavy heart.

Defaced Run property sign – close up

Defaced Run Property Sign

Random Insults Day 16 – Scrap Mutant Ferguson

18 Nov

I’ve seen this insult to local MP Martin Ferguson on other methods of waste disposal around Thornbury. This one was on the side of a dumpster at the BP servo on St George’s Road.

Fergo is considered a bit of a political relic from the dinosaur days of the Labor Party. My limited experience of him, outside of news exposure, has been in the odd slacktervist lobbying on environmental issues via GetUp. Upon voicing my democratic concerns once, his office’s own form letter flippantly lead with a backhanded line that read something like “Thanks for your inquiry lodged via the GetUp website.” Good call Fergo, but not the most respectful way to talk to your constituents.

As resources Minister he has been stirring up the environmental hornets nest by leading the charge to sell Australia’s uranium to India. One can only assume that this Texta lobbying is a plea to the good people of Thornbury, by said marker wielding crusader, to dump Ferguson for some more enlightened and progressive representative. Though maybe I presume too much. Wouldn’t a greenie say something along the lines of Recycle Mutant Ferguson? Nah, not as snappy as “Scrap… ” but definitely creepier.

scrap mutant ferguson

Random Insults Day 15 – This is so not cool!

14 Nov

It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who finds playground defacement with pictures of dicks a little on the nose.

This old school comment stream was scrawled on the inside of a wooden playground train at the M Walker Playground in Cramer Street Preston.

It’s interesting to reflect that the now ubiquitous experience of commenting on people’s messages, ala Facebook Wall, has an earlier counterpart in graffiti on toilet walls & c.

Human’s have always enjoyed leaving their mark, all the way back to pre-literate hunter gatherer cultures. I imagine that there was disagreement even back then as to the appropriateness of what was etched onto the cave wall with charcoal and animal fat. Grug may have coped a bit of flack from his brethren for depicting his own spear striking the wooly mammoth first, or for drawing the mammories on his Venus or the phallus on his Horned God just a little too big.

Perhaps the fact that comment streams are everywhere may make this little exchange seem trivial (compared to the brilliant insights one can read about lunch-time fare and other literate-bowel movements on FB) but this is a slice of insight I feel needs recording, if only to make me nostalgic about the streams of toilet humour that I have seen in pub and public loos the world over.

I also like the second comment, “You right it’s gay” (sic), for its unPC condensation of the issue into a curious psychological insight. Why do some people draw dicks in public places? Purileness? Black magic? Asserting their male vigour in the face of repressed homosexuality? Or just a way to mark an onanistic accomplishment – another day, another wank (metaphorical or literal)? Oh and what’s with the date?

This is Not Cool

Random Insults Day 14 – North Side

11 Nov

I’m not sure if this is a finger from or to those north of the Yarra. Carefully sketched on a wall facing the playground in Adams Park in South Preston it certainly commands attention. Perhaps because of its ambiguity it is a piece designed to please devotees of either side of the north south Melbourne divide.

north side

Random Insults Day 13 – Ihr Seht Alle Gleich Aus!

9 Nov

For this post we go International.

This nice piece of German Anarchist social commentary was snapped by my brother on a recent jaunt to the Fatherland. It translates as “You all look the same!” which is reassuring to some, but obviously distressing enough to put marker to marble for the author.

This seems a fitting post for me today as I am thoroughly enjoying Gavin Baddeley’s immaculately researched dissertation on Satanism, Lucifer Rising and this statement would not be out of place issuing forth from the mouth of Anton La Vey, Aleister Crowley or any of the other free-wheeling, free-thinking, black wearing, colourful characters that Baddeley discusses.

Oh and the A sign is a nice touch.

Ihr seht alle gleich aus

Random Insults Day 12 – Howard & Rudd 2 Cheeks of the 1 Arse

8 Nov

While a little dated, this profoundly insightful comment on present day two party politics in Australia is a worthy addition to anyone’s collection of insulting graffiti. I pass this gem regularly and it is looking a lot sadder now than when I snapped it back in December 2010. And even more so than when it was first scrawled back in the day (circa 2008) when Kevin Rudd was loosing face after ending the turgid reign of our little mate John Howard. Still one need only exchange the names of today’s leaders from both sides of politics to get the same amusing effect.

Howard & Rudd 2 cheeks of the 1 arse