the Art of throwing up against a wall

graffiti in the tunnel on my way to work

graffiti in the tunnel on my way to work

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graFfiato—carVed by corpseLess
hands on palace walls, Pompeii’s ruins,
the Tower of Constance as a reminder
to resist like Marie Durand did, scraT-

ChiNg into prison bricks, (my fam,
visiting the place while i, at home in
bed vomited my soul out the womb)
yeah– that’s disgusting, but

graffiti’s in throwing up what
you can’t hold (excuse the metaphor–)
semi-digested food, leftovers
on an artist’s
shaKing hand

———-I want to break Venus’s ribs
———-with a club and deform her hips.
———-If she can break my tender heart
———--CIL IV, 1284.

see– still– we get it,
„Frodo lives”, there’s no such thing
as fame, but gastric acid, dripping
on your shoecaps & saliva

seeps away in velvet wrinkles on your hood,
i walk the subWays, prostitutes & clients,
school kids, a tie(d) business man, little
chinese ear-plugged girl, the train’s

vibrating nerve stinging my finger tips,
rRshhhsttzZschhkKK
a phallus, „mansueta tene”

written underneath, „Clapton is God”
& dogs, urinating on the wall, i pull
my coat around me, shiVering against
the wind, & in the daRk,

—————————–re
——————————Main,

————————————-unSeen

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‘mansueta tene’: “Handle with care”.
we’re writing Graffiti poetry at dVerse today.. check in at 3pm EST when Anna opens the pub doors

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47 responses to “the Art of throwing up against a wall

  1. last call before bed…smiles…great piece…starting with the title…really like it…vivid…hoping the sickness is in your past…but you capture graffiti well…throwing up on the wall all we have inside us…might even work with writing too you know…love the break out midway…and the little refs to the street art you see…and the grit of the people…really a nice pice claudia…smiles.

  2. Around Dundee someone has graffed some weird faces. I have had it in mind to celebrate them, but they are discrete and don’t need my words.

    This is something different. This has all the power of the nearest blunt instrument available.

    Worth getting up in the morning for.

    • (“my fam,
      visiting the place while i, at home in
      bed vomited my soul out the womb)
      yeah– that’s disgusting, but

      graffiti’s in throwing up what
      you can’t hold (excuse the metaphor–)
      semi-digested food, leftovers
      on an artist’s
      shaKing hand…”

      Once again, you have captured very vivid, scene[s] that I can picture in my mind-eye…through your very descriptive poem…the Art of throwing up against a wall… Thanks, for sharing!
      [I hope you are feeling much better too!]
      deedee 🙂

  3. strong imagery here Claudia. Really powerfully delivered. And I love the wide range of references/allusions here. Excellent poem. One that allows the reader to take in your direct response, with it’s references and imagery, but in such a way that opens up inner reflection in the reader as well. Really enjoyed. Thanks

  4. Ahhh, great. Just came from Brian’s and I’m really digging this week’s theme. You all are really hitting the ball on the seam. That was such a pleasant read, like a well-crafted graffiti.

    Greetings from London.

  5. Hi Claudia! Your title really captured my attention; and what a cool picture in the tunnel. I enjoyed reading the graffiti messages as you worked them into meaning in your poem!

  6. Love it. We are all graffiti-ized at some time or another. The businessman tie(d) really stopped me…brilliant. The whole concept of throwing up against a wall too…brilliant. Really love this one C!

  7. So first you tell me you have dirty hands and now you go and vomit, are you trying to give my ocd a fit? lol nice use of wording and imagery too, I’ll look from afar to avoid any spittle from you.

  8. A power statement of how invasive graffiti can be…I remember climbing up above the jungle to the top of a Mayan temple…only to find graffiti on a number of the walls..quite sad.

  9. Powerful, Claudia. Art or Graffiti? Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder…

    “graffiti’s in throwing up what
    you can’t hold (excuse the metaphor–)
    semi-digested food, leftovers
    on an artist’s
    shaKing hand”

    What you can’t hold… leftovers… an artist’s shaking hand… such striking statements. Acceptable artists are, after all, rebels without their walls… and they

    “In the dark remain unseen.”

    Loved it, Claudia, just as I love all art, all poetry, that demands from us a piece of mind and heart. 🙂 Eric

  10. This poem makes me want to splat on the walls–a little higher up than the real vomit and piss. Only once in my life was I a hit and run artist, more often I pulled my collar up and snuck by, went home and designed a flyer and submitted it to a committee . . . . I love the Guerrilla Girls, check them out if you don’t know off them. In your poem, I enjoyed the pacing and the entwining of graffitti-like phrases with the narration. I like the plea under the penis as a last item before the exit.

  11. Like the montage of quotes and graffiti images specially:

    you can’t hold (excuse the metaphor–)
    semi-digested food, leftovers
    on an artist’s
    shaKing hand

    The title is pretty catchy too ~

  12. Truly brilliant Claudia – as vivid as your memories of vomit!

    And I like the metaphor, understand the idea of graffiti as vomit – throwing out what is within us, splashing the wall with our thoughts…

    Love some of the graffiti in my nearby city – hate the stuff that is pure vandalism.

    Anna :o]

  13. I read this last night…still a little weak from a bout with the flu I could not help but relate to the vomiting metaphor….not fun at all..;) ; but taken in your poem it is clearly an apt description and I love the part at the end when you shiver against the wind and notice the others nearby…really “out there”, Claudia ..;)

  14. Hadn’t thought of graffiti as that which can’t be held inside…but so true…there’s a strength and power in that expression. Loved the graphic way you shared that which you can’t hold inside!

  15. Wow. “graffiti’s in throwing up what
    you can’t hold”
    So many random whack ’em, smack ’em images and they all make sense (i can’t explain this)–much like real graffiti. Thank you.

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