Remembering An Absent Graffito
Driving east in the morning, against the traffic on Dekalb Avenue in Inman Park, I saw it two or three times before it got painted over. One day it was a purple stanza on the towering concrete pylon of the MARTA line, the next is was a patch of pristine tan acrylic paint.
The first day, I used it as a crutch, that stanza, holding up small talk all around the office. This is what I told everyone it said:
Threatening the space-time
is bullshit
The second time I saw it, I realized I’d read it wrong. It wasn’t a statement of metaphysical philosophy, shouted in paint in a real American forum. It was a burst of self-celebratory hyperbole, posted like a warning. This is what is really said:
Threatening the space-time
bullshit
One time, it was there. Now it’s not. It’s the little things.
You forgot the other one: “beware the shit-hawk!”
I miss them.
the ‘time-space bullshit’ one has been my status message on gtalk ever since it was painted over.
one can only hope that the poet that created these will someday grace us with his/her wisdom once again.
I still miss the “continental breakfast is not real breakfast” graffiti on the south end of the Krog tunnel.
I’m with Darin. Can’t say I ever saw either of the other two messages but the b’fast one was a classic that always made me snicker from my perch in 97 Estoria (mowing blue cheese chips).