Simon & Garfunkel sang in The Sound of Silence that “the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls.” I don’t know much about all that, but I happened upon this poem chalked onto the boarded up window of a condemned building on Camden High Street this afternoon.
The grammar certainly leaves a lot to be desired, but there is definitely something worthy of note about this poem. I would even argue that the poor spelling and punctuation actually add to the tragic merit of the thing. That is to say, it doesn’t seem to have been written by what we could call a particularly privileged member of society. What do you make of it?
I like it – the idea of living consciously, of accepting one’s self in all the tarnished glory…it just speaks to me of being at peace and in sync with yourself.
Some would argue ‘A poet has the use of grammar, but chooses poetic licence ‘ The incorrectly spelt words in this help visualise a homeless person. I for one am happy to have read it warts an all… Thank you for posting.
I think it’s fantastic.
Wisdom is not the privilege of the rich and famous.
Amen to that.
The writer has a grasp of one of life’s libertating factors – simplicity
Blank spaces beg to be filled, so a poet filled it!
I love the poetry and message. Wisdom often comes from suffering – part of wisdom is freedom from convention when expressing what you’ve learned.
Love this!
For someone who can’t spell, the writing’s very good. They certainly have the essence of meditation – think of each breath, take a moment.
Reminds us all to think carefully – and to be grateful for what we have
I believe in not being quick to make assumptions about lifestyles we have not experienced—and the people who live them. So I love and appreciate the unorthodox poetry.
A man with that many crayons can’t be homeless.
this made me chuckle