Tag: graffiti

Poetry by Patrick JenningsMay 31, 20169:45 pm

Grafitti in the Darkness, Downtown Eastside Alley, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Vibrance and Beauty in the Darkness

There can be
Even in desperate places
During the darkest times
A vibrancy to life
A beauty of expression
Which fills emptiness
Overcomes despair
Brings purpose
Meaning
Hope
And love
To existence

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 18, 201611:06 am

Graffiti, Bon's Off Broadway, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Time Goes Every Year

Time goes every year
And never comes back
Yet always comes around
To the same time

And here am I
Year over year
Setting down my characters
Setting down my letters

Poetry by Patrick JenningsAug 23, 20157:52 pm

Bon’s Off Broadway

I found it in my neighbourhood
A decade and a half ago
A greasy spoon, a diner, a joint

A place to hang
To eat, oh-so cheaply
Ham & Eggs & Toast & Hash Browns
Just $2.95, all day

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 3, 20157:00 am

The Great Wave

In the floating world
The Great Wave rises, destroys
Subsides. All is still

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJun 29, 201510:15 pm

Harry the Little Hurricane

Harry got his name when he was still a little swirl of wind and rain far out in the Atlantic. But Harry had aspirations. He wanted to become a grand vortex of mighty winds, driving the ocean in front of him far onto land. He wanted his rain to drown the land, far beyond his storm surge, his wind to blow down trees, powerlines, to blow the very walls off the buildings in his path.

Destruction, afterall, is what hurricanes like Harry do!

Abstract by Patrick JenningsJun 29, 20158:06 pm

My Muses: Paint

This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge, Muse, poses a simple enough challenge, “So what’s your muse — what subject do you turn to frequently, more inspired each time?”

I’ve already responded with Function follows Form, which relates how form itself is my favourite subject. Here I want to draw back to my favourite element with which to explore form — and a variety of other subjects — and that has to be paint. When I bought my first professional camera in nearly 15 years, the first shots were all painted surfaces. Some abstractions. Others records of communication. Still others were essays on the environment in which the surface was painted.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 1, 20157:00 am

S[he] be[lie]ve[d]

She believed.

He lied.

Normally, that would have ended it.

Abstract by Patrick JenningsApr 20, 20157:00 am

Deliriously Happy

Yep, that’s a deliriously happy face graffiti’d onto the side of a dumpster.

Now, you can call that irony, or juxtaposition, and maybe the person who painted it there was thinking that way too.

But…

Abstract by Patrick JenningsApr 10, 20157:00 am

Can I Function Without It?

Sometimes I wonder, which parts are me and which have been bestowed upon me by some arbitrary process or event, parts which are momentarily useful but, in the long term, become a distraction, or potentially lethal, like the appendix surgeons removed when I was five, moments before it killed me.

Poetry by Patrick JenningsApr 9, 20158:35 am

Cool on White-Washed Plywood

Cool
It said.

Cool
On a white-washed sheet of rough plywood
In a back alley
Beside railroad tracks
On the Vancouver waterfront.