DEAR TERRY IS DEAD. There was a mildness and tenderness about this expression of grief, in the midst of so many brutal and blasphemous slogans, that quite devastated me.So what will it be? What Morrison lyric would make for good graffiti? "It's too late to stop now?" "You don't pull no punches but you don't push the river?" How about: "'Cos this town, they bit off more than they can chew?" Maybe this: "Did you ever see the people with the tear drops in their eyes? I just can't stand it, living in this world of lies." Or this: "And we'll walk down the avenue again; and the healing has begun." Or how about any couplet from "No Religion?"
Monday, January 28, 2013
"Is there life before death?"
Living with War: A Belfast Year, one Protestant is heard to lament, "They [Catholics] have all the best songs and our graffiti is nothing against theirs." One of my favorite scenes in Dervla Murphy's remarkable 1978 book on the Troubles, A Place Apart, is when she stumbles upon a rare bit of neutral graffiti in sectarian-obsessed Belfast: