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Amorous Writing on the Wall

Graffiti on the side of Jo's, a coffee shop on South Congress Avenue in Austin, TX

Graffiti often consists of images or cryptic tags, but in August I discovered this romantic sentiment spray painted on the outside of a coffee shop in Austin. I’m not sure if it was sanctioned spray painting or vandalism, but when I drove past today the writing was still there. Such a simple message displayed in complimentary colors: “I love you so much.”

Seeing this writing on the wall called to mind the scene in Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s “Amelie” when Audrey Tautou cheers up her frustrated-novelist friend by scrawling a passage from his manuscript on a building. The joy this act brings the novelist rings true; as writers, we spend so much time alone with the brutal mistress of rewriting that the thought of someone reading our work and appreciating it can’t help but be invigorating. Sure, any real writer writes because they have to and it’s an innate compulsion, but the thought of being read, recited, remembered or produced is also nice…So, here’s a narcissistic thought to enter the weekend with: what one passage of your writing would cheer you up if you saw it spray painted on a wall?

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2 Comments

  • Reply Tony December 2, 2010 at 6:13 pm

    It’s scary because it’s true; when given the choice between high-powered mind altering substances and 9 hours behind in a desk in some dark corner of the corporate world, who wouldn’t choose the former? Who wouldn’t have the innate desire to test his mettle on the battlefield of his own mind, pushing his sanity to blood-boiling limits, unable to quit the desire to press his psyche one step further, lurch down the rabbit hole and emerge on the other end rattled, but whole.
    There is, of course, the rather unappealing side effect. To pursue yourself to the end of your mind, peer into your own soul and find it wanting, and wake up covered in sweat, a shell of a man, broke, filthy and for some reason in Tupelo.

  • Reply J. R. Coté December 2, 2010 at 6:28 pm

    So eloquent and vivid. You just made me let out a little laugh and a “hmmm.” Ah, connection.

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