Showing posts with label literary graffiti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literary graffiti. Show all posts

07 October 2012

Literary Graffiti: Go Rimbaud!

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Blvd Raspail, Paris, 2009, by Pedrô
Arthur Rimbaud has no followers, according to Flickr. We beg to differ.


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More by Pedro. Paris. Photo: Chrixcel.

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"Love is to be reinvented..." (A Season in Hell, 1873).
Sceaux, Paris. Photo: Metro Centric.

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Street art Arthur Rimbaud, Rimbaud Paris, Rimbaud art, Graffiti Rimbaud, literary graffiti
"Oh arthur arthur. we are in Abyssinia Aden, making love smoking cigarettes, we kiss, but its much more, azure, blue pool, oil slick lake, sensations telescope, animate, crystalline gulf, balls of colored glass exploding, seam of berber tent splitting, openings, open as a cave, open wider, total surrender." -“Dream of Rimbaud,” Patti Smith, Witt


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Graf by NiceArt. Photo: Urbanhearts, Eric Marechal.






























Photo: Philippe Gillotte
















“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.”  -Rimbaud, Complete Works

















"I will not speak, I will not think a thing,
Yet infinite love will rise up into me.
Far, far I will wander like a vagabond
In Nature like a woman's company."

                          -Rimbaud, "Sensation"


18 September 2012

Literary Graffiti - Sylvia Plath



photo: Todd Mecklem

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Portland, OR. Part of a literary mural at 33rd & Hawthorne Ave. SE.





















“The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life. Then it gathered itself, and in one sleeping tide, rushed me to sleep.”


16 September 2012

Literary Graffiti - Kafka






"From a certain point there is no longer any return. This point must be reached." - Franz Kafka











Graf by Vincerama, Koln, Germany

A River to Skate Away On

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