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This is the ESPLANADE!

 

Esplanade is a State of Mind.  Actually, it's not: it's a curved line drawn between the CN Rail yards and funky South Lonsdale - where one can sip on famous Storm Beer at Raglan's.

The WALL is THE WALL. It's a wall lining the uphill side of a nondescript parking lot.  But more than that, it's been a prime graffiti playground for a decade now, for the likes of OPE and others to ply their sacrilegious trade.

And, as we contemplate our Dirty Laundry once again, we realize with nary a dry eye that "Condo-Land" is encroaching on Sacred Scribble Ribs.  Soon to be: a place where you, your anorexic wife, and your sexualized blonde children can run freely with the wind blowing in your polluted hair.  We wait with baited breath.

 

Two Birds and a Martha pass time under the Tree Of Life. The Painters are Good, the Flair and Color is Cartoonic, but Light and Oxidizing to the soul. Albeit a little stiff and platonic: the drink could use a whiskey, the girl could use a one-night-stand.  Purple and Blue suggest - as Kabir so emphatically states: " I have known in my body the Sport of the Universe; I have escaped from the Worldly Mundane."

 

There are some who ride atop the Heirarchy of Bombing Science. One of these is known as "Ope".  His caricatures, quite simply leave one breathless. They're cute, foxy, sentimental and cosmic at the same time.  One could go on and on, but one won't, so one will shut up now.

In the world of "graffiti", there are many levels.  The lowest is the common tagger who simply scrawls his initials in as many places as he can - generally pissing people off in his immature attempts to mark his "territory".  These annoying scrawls are often performed in the context of vandalism or messing up bus windows so people can't see out of them.

Next up is the Bomber who also flaunts his encrypted "name" but in a more flambuoyant and artistic way.  The highest level is the "muralist" who paints figures, creatures, cityscapes, abstract artforms - something a little more generous than simply, "I Wuz Here".  The artist above, and other similar styles are the "creme de la creme" of graffiti, and convey talent, vision and humor - supplying a viable and inspiring alternative to the drab, one-dimensional walls of Big City Life.

 

Well, kids, it's POPEYE TIME!  Some of these fine dudes created excellent bombs that are worth SEZ' Cinematic Wide-Angle Latitude. Just click yo' thang on that purdy picture above and you'll be gone to the Land'o'Plenty.

 

Now that the United States has another Stupid President, we all must roll over and go back to sleep.  Or should we? Instead, perhaps, we should be brave and say "no" to war, not just "their wars", but "our wars".  We should say "no" not just to "their bullying", but to all thoughts, actions and principals that treat humans with less respect and kindness than they deserve.

It's called "Life 101", good buddy.  Nobody had the guts to teach it to us in school, so we learn in the Institution Of Hard Knocks.  Learn the lessons, or go around in Circles.  Point one finger at "them" and there's 3 pointing right back at you.

 

Abide With Me Lord, While I Spell Out Some Trouble...  We're gonna have a "Festival Of The Spoken Art".  Ask Martha Pauper, pictured above in her sexless Blue Underwear. Click Yo' Thang one mo' time so the Vultures Of Pleasure may Rest Upon Your Doorstep...

 

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