Posts Tagged: street art
The Walls Are Screaming XXXIV
THE PALESTINIAN TERRITORIES // MAY 2012
Fuck Everything XX
And don’t forget….Fuck Everything
GERMANY // APRIL 2016
Entartete Kunst XII
Tattoo artist Ona Cots in front of her mural in progress in Siem Reap.
CAMBODIA // MAY 2017
The Walls Are Screaming XXXIV
Perfection Offends the Gods, Stay Simple, Get Weird
CAMBODIA // AUGUST 2015
Fuck Everything XVII
”I am not as nasty as racism, fraud, conflict of interest, homophobia, sexual assault, transphobia, white supremacy, misogyny, ignorance, white privilege, … your daughter being your favourite sex symbol, like your wet dreams infused with your own genes. Yeah, I’m a nasty woman – a loud, vulgar, proud woman.”
Nina Donovan, Nasty Woman
GERMANY // OCTOBER 2016
The Walls Are Screaming XXVI
On a night of storms, I opened the door and the window
To see the hardened moon of our nights.
I said to the night: Run out,
Beyond the darkness and the wall;
I have a promise to keep with words and light.
You are my virgin garden
As long as our songs
Are swords when we draw them.
And you are as faithful as grain
So long as our songs
Keep alive the fertile soil when we plant them.
You are like a palm tree in the mind:
Neither storm nor woodsman’s ax can fell it.
Its braids uncut
By the beasts of desert and forest
But I am the exiled one behind wall and door,
Shelter me in the warmth of your gaze.
Take me, wherever you are,
Take me, however you are.
To be restored to the warmth of face and body,
To the light of heart and eye,
To the salt of bread and song,
To the taste of earth and homeland.
Shelter me in the warmth of your gaze,
Take me, a panel of almond wood, in the cottage of sorrows,
Take me, a verse from the book of my tragedy,
Take me, a plaything or a stone from the house,
So that our next generation may recall
The path of return to our home.
Mahmoud Darwich, A Lover From Palestine [excerpts]
PALESTINIAN TERRITORIES // MAY 2012
The Walls Are Screaming XXIV
Come on baby, eat the rich,
Put the bite on the son of a bitch,
Don’t mess around, don’t give me no switch,
C’mon baby eat the rich
– Motörhead
GERMANY // OCTOBER 2016
And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen II
Resistance is futile. Resistance is everywhere.
SPAIN // AUGUST 2010
The Walls Are Screaming XVIIII
Ferdinand Marcos was president of the Philippines from 1965 to 1986, when he was overthrown by a revolt – dubbed the People Power revolution – and forced to flee into exile to Hawaii, where he died in 1989.
His body was returned to the Philippines in 1993 and has since been kept in a refrigerated crypt in a mausoleum in his hometown of Batac, Ilocos Norte, 470km north of Manila.
In 2004, Transparency International, the anti-corruption watchdog, named Marcos the second most corrupt leader of all time, behind Indonesian authoritarian ruler Suharto.
Despite public opposition, Marcos was buried in a heroes’ cemetery in the capital in a ceremony shrouded in secrecy in November 2016.
Text by Al Jazeera
Guest post by Andrew Marshall
THE PHILIPPINES // JANUARY 2017
The Walls Are Screaming XVIII
‘I Will Not Let Anyone Walk Through My Mind With Their Dirty Feet’ – Gandhi
INDIA // JUNE 2016
Fuck Everything IX
Fuck you too. And have a nice day.
GERMANY // SEPTEMBER 2016
The Walls Are Screaming VIII
Raise your glass to the hard working people
Let’s drink to the uncounted heads
Let’s think of the wavering millions
Who need leading but get gamblers instead
Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
Empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio
INDIA // JULY 2016
The Walls Are Screaming VII
Keith Richards turns 73 today. From RocknRoll bad boy, drug fiend, human riff and most wasted being on the planet to corporate pirate banker and smug dad of Johnny Depp in one life time. Happy Birthday from The Devil’s Road, Keith. We know you’ve been this way.
GERMANY // SEPTEMBER 2016
Fuck Everything VI
They’re only in it for the money.
GERMANY // JUNE 2014
The Walls Are Screaming IV
Have you seen this bird?
THE NETHERLANDS // JUNE 2014
Making America Great Again IV
Just like Rome
We fell asleep when we got spoiled
Ignore human rights in the rest of the world
Ya might just lose your own
As the noose of narco-militarism
Tightens around your necks
We worry about burning flags
And pee in jars at work
To keep our jobs
But if someone came for you one night
And dragged you away
Do you really think your neighbors
Would even care?
Full Metal Jack-Off – Jello Biafra & D.O.A.
GERMANY // OCTOBER 2016
The Walls Are Screaming III
Penis Landscape.
“You cannot enter a better world without breaking in.”
FRANCE // JUNE 2014
Humans Outside New York VI
Malay girls engage in shallow hedonistic pleasures.
MALAYSIA // FEBRUARY 2015
The Walls Are Screaming II
Don’t let them take your unicorn.
FRANCE // MARCH 2016
The Walls Are Screaming
“The cops chase you and fine you when you use a spray can, so I’ve changed to putting up posters. It’s harder to do this in small villages because there’s always someone around to denounce you.”
FRANCE // SEPTEMBER 2016