Graffiti Park

graffiti faceDo Not Enter,
The signs demand
At the entrance
To the Island
Of Graffiti Art.
Tags and pieces,
Screaming out
From captured walls.
Beautiful anarchy
At this northern gateway
To downtown Hartford.
There are discarded aerosol cans —
On the ground.
On tables.
Trash bins overflow with them.
And liquor bottles.
There is broken glass, everywhere.
You see a smashed bottle,
The strewn shards suggesting
A rambling utterance
Spoken from a label
Called Steel Reserve.
You walk along.
“Lost Thoughts” are sprayed
In red on the concrete by your feet.
And then:
“Monsters Are Real”
Not far away, a monster’s face
Is painted on a wall
With bloody red gums
And white saliva
Dripping from its teeth.
Over there, on the grass,
A caravan of empty vodka bottles,
Dead soldiers frozen in time
Where they fell
On a pilgrimage to oblivion.
Above, in the trees,
Plastic bags flutter in the breeze,
Like ensnared souls,
Caught on bare tree branches.
Struggling to escape.
Struggling to fly away.
A girl wearing owl eye shades
Wanders in with friends.
For a photo shoot.
She leans against a wall,
The wildstyle images behind her
A blazing fire of colors,
And letters, and symbols.
She sinks into the art.
To remain there, forever,
As a shutter opens
And closes again.

It definitely is.

It definitely is.

Didn't John Beluschi and Dan Aykroyd do this skit? The Killer Bees?

Didn’t John Beluschi and Dan Aykroyd do this skit? The Killer Bees?

Don't mess with this guy. Ever.

Don’t mess with this guy. Ever.

Its a thought, I think. Or maybe a backwards song.

It’s a thought, I think. Or maybe a backwards song.

One of its nine lives, and its a doozie.

One of its nine lives, and its a doozie.

Here's looking at you, Kid.

Here’s looking at you, Kid.

Have you seen this man? I know, every Zombie looks alike.

Have you seen this man? I know, every Zombie looks alike.

Tastefully done, of course.

Tastefully done, of course.

Its eternal, but this love letter is probably already gone.

Its eternal, but this love letter is probably already gone.

Shades of Picasso?

Shades of Picasso?

Another great tag

Another great tag

Munch has nothing on this guy.

Munch has nothing on this guy.

Some of its so beautiful you want to take it home. But you can't. Pictures are good, though.

Some of its so beautiful you want to take it home. But you can’t. Pictures are good, though.

Much of the time the art is in the artist's name itself.

Much of the time the art is in the artist’s name itself.

Somebody spray painted "Monsters are Real!" on the concrete. Here's proof.

Somebody spray painted “Monsters are Real!” on the concrete. Here’s proof.

The walls at Heaven are constantly evolving, constantly changing. That's the beauty of it.

The walls at Heaven are constantly evolving, constantly changing. That’s the beauty of it.

Christina Choute, of Hartford, poses in front of a mural on a recent trip with friends.

Christina Choute, of Hartford, poses in front of a mural on a recent trip with friends.

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One Response to Graffiti Park

  1. Camacho says:

    Thank you for writing about the Heaven Skate Park/ New Wexford County Park, Jose Camacho of UnderGround Coalition/Universal Zulu Nation started the Legal wall at the park a few years ago with permission by the city of Hartford. We are currently working with the city to put up signage to control more of the vandalism and get more art. Before we had permission to bring a dead space to life it was a home for homeless people and drug addicts. Here is a great article Usa Today wrote on our Park http://traveltips.usatoday.com/skateboarding-hartford-connecticut-103370.html