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I chase small miracles

10 Feb

As Easter approaches, well at least in our supermarket chocolate aisles, it’s nice to reflect on the delightful little chocolate crumbs of meaning that our subversive sign writing friends leave for us.

As the movement of rampaging atheists is also growing, at least on my news feed on facebook, I thought it fitting to reflect on what is perceived as the miraculous.

As a writer and song-writer, the fact that ideas spark and tumble into my stream of consciousness is something I find amazing and inexplicable. As is the fact that human beings can fill me with frustration and loathing one moment and then overwhelming joy and love the next. Some would no doubt rationalise these to chemical activity in the brain &c, but I will place my self in the devil’s camp and agree with Blake who said there is no separation between Body and Soul, but rather that the senses are merely the chief inlets of Soul in this age.

To close ourselves off to mystery is to lose connection with what makes life brilliant and bearable. Those mysteries do not need to be earth-shattering or sky-splitting. They can, and usually are, as this beautiful stencil states, small miracles.

It may pay to drop the judge at the boozer the next time you go for a walk, and see the world through the eye’s of the little child that still lives inside. This is how we learn to hear the voice of the divine, and see and appreciate those small miracles.

I chase small miracles

AFTERWORD by the Author and Printer Will.m Blake. 1793

“The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could percieve.
And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country, placing it under its mental deity;
Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & enslav’d the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects: thus began Priesthood;
Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.
And at length they pronounc’d that the Gods had order’d such things.
Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.”

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Eat Your Money

12 Dec

I snapped this rather amusing piece of graffiti on the side of a wheelie bin on Herbert Street Northcote. Sound advice to those living on credit, as I’ve heard tell that plastic is a great form of roughage.

Eat Your Money

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 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 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

Random Insults Day 10 – Fuk off cunt

4 Nov

As far as random insults go, this is the mother load.

This was scrawled on the wall of a power junction thing near Croxton Station. A wall that is heavily tagged, so maybe it’s an ironic reference to the amount of tag spew scrawled around it.

I often wonder what motivates people to chalk up their bile with such conviction. This is also the reason why I enjoy snapping and posting these vindictive gems. Is it the thrill of breaking the established code of verbal conduct or is a particular person/institution/entity in the mind of the profanitor that warrants a good old fashioned text-lashing. I’ll never really know, but at least I’ll have fun writing about it.

Note the economical spelling of the word Fuck.

Fuk off Cunt

Random Insults Day 7 – fuckdicksex

31 Oct

As lame as this is, I have to bow to the author of this juvenile affair for incorporating this triumvirate of potty mouthed expletives in one white-space free string. All it really needs is a .com after it and I wouldn’t be surprised to find that it was a very sad porn site (don’t bother, I already tried it in a new tab and the search engine results were very predictable). Some may be wondering why this is considered a random insult. Well firstly there is the insult to our intelligence that would warrant the author writing these words in the first place. Secondly it was written on a child’s playground in Spencer Street Northcote which gives it extra insult-kudos to parents of young pups such as myself. Beyond that the mind can only boggle.

fuck dick sex