The Fitzroy Flasher est. 2010

221 posts since 14th November 2010. That is not a great average. So less talk, more posting. Here are some things ....super old stuff...walls that went...and came back...and didn't

The walls that went

My greatest flaw as a commentator on street art, graffiti and urban art 'discourse' is my point of reference. This being an assumption of impermanence,  difference and a direct link between art and social position. For the next while I am going to assume that all of my assumptions are false, and see where this takes me.

Urgent Notice: #profeminism and #antihate may cause Homosexia

I am an ex-member of the Global Bloggers Network. This is a network that emails the work of various bloggers around the traps, for members to take a look at. So, this morning when I was still a member, this shit hit my inbox: 

We are to accept gays as they flaunt themselves in parades down our streets… ?but they get all...

GB Network: how's about you try screening selected blog content prior to dishing vile crap like this to unsuspecting members.

I also recently discovered that I may have "homosexia" because I have tried pot (or more accurately "weeds"). 

Christians Against Drugs

Yesterday · Edited

I was just listening into my son Dennis' room, when I heard him making plans with an urban to visit London to see "A book of more men". It's obvious that Dennis has consumed weeds and contracted homosexia because of it. I guess he doesn't want any of the offerings of House Murphy. Too bad that someone may end up calling Mr Ferguson, his boss tomorrow and 'advising' that no salary be paid to him for the next few months. God bless. -Martha

I do wonder if Martha is a fictitious character sending up the extreme right - I hope so. Brilliant if so. Otherwise I have a new obsessive hobby to follow instead of obsessing over the Westboro repressed automatons.

F.F.S! There I was thinking the #womenagainstfeminism was enough stupidity for one week. I mean, thank you for letting us know woman are equal. Maybe we can tell that to the families of the women raped and killed in India - that will be comfort for them, knowing it will now be safe for their other daughters to dare to, I don't know, catch a fucking bus.

I suppose I should be thinking of the perfect response, but this idiocy brings out the child in me. I would rather deface shit and laugh at them then try any futile use of logic. If they could reason, they wouldn't be this stupid. 

Stupid is harsh. I think that people who hold these types of beliefs may be suffering from a new syndrome I am hoping gets up in the DSM soon. I call it Acute Fucktardia (symptoms being bigotry, judgment, narrow mindedness, hate - more common in people who walk the earth voting right wing). 

I can't see a cure being found anytime soon, too many powerful institutions (many with lots of gold and chapels and hidden secrets) gain benefit from having these sufferers around. Bums on seats, and armies dumb enough to do their dirty work.

So if you encounter someone you suspect has the syndrome, just hold up your hand, maybe put a finger against their lips and quietly say "shhhhh...you need to just fuck right off".  

Until we find a cure, this is the best advice I can offer.

Chapter Four

Was it a sign? A message ? A mere coincidence read far into ? I darent think it yet I saw it

Different but not less

Can we all please drop things like superiority, smug bastardry, hypocrisy, fucktardedness, racism, sexism, hatred.... Embrace a few boats, Muslims, Jews, Fags, Hookers, Junkies, Spastics, Retards, Refugees and Bogans and just GET THE FUCK ALONG.... Deliberate use of offensive language to reduce it's potency so I really sincerely apologise for offence, and hug you. None of us are better than each other.



Posted with sincere intentions by The Flasher.

Chapter Three - Apparition

Ah sweet memory

Have you betrayed me?

Was it not so?

#preciousfew #lordpreshington

The Paradise in Me - Not an Addict: FlasherDoesDryJuly

 'Breathe it in and breathe it out and pass it on it's almost out'
I  was playing a lounge cover of this iconic track on the #86 the other day. The K's Choice version came out in '95. I think it might have been the Anthem of a niche inner city crowd at the time.  It had the same potency as Smells Like Teen Spirit did before it. I even knew someone who would rock on her knees, exhaling a joint, eyes closed, just 'feeling' it.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paradise_in_Me

'The deeper you stick it in your vein, the deeper the thoughts there's no more pain'
With the lounge beat pounding through my body, and a fantasy of me with a Hendricks Martini I looked around and wondered what everyone else's poison was.  The 40 something guy in the business suit, with diamante's in his glasses, going home for a whiskey? The clearly drug affected woman drawing on inner depths of strength to maintain an upright posture - I was tipping H but maybe something else? I don't even know what's out there any more.

'It's over now, I'm cold, alone, I'm just a person on my own'

And that resonated the most. All of us, apart from the chick barely upright, had our smart phones and head phones on and in. Alone in the crowd. We just wanted to get to where we were going, do what we needed to do, and stay in our own intoxicating zone. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. 

'I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)'

Oh yeah FUCKING SPONSOR ME! pm ME FOR THE LINK. YOU WILL EVEN FIND OUT WHO THE FUCK I AM!!!

Chapter Two

I stood below, coffee secure this time, dog tentative. The light was on, but the window wasn't open. Lord Preshington, where were you? Knowing how dashing houndstooth is on you, and feverishly excited to get my hands on your Apparel, I will wait again, hoping, someday, somehow, some way...

Posted with Blogsy

Imagine what John Lennon would say

My heart goes out to all of you tonight. All of us, united under one sky, living on one world.

Posted with Blogsy

All things said

Melbourne has a bleeding heart. Some are raging and others pleading for peace. These are the only words that are my own. Below, I have taken beautiful, poignant, thoughtful and honest words exchanged over 2 Fb posts (David Russell and Mel Jewell), over 24 hours. I've dissected, spliced, rearranged and abbreviated. In doing so I hope to have captured the essence of this.

Part 1: Justification

We didn't make it man we blew it
We used to level public space
With non commercial art
All that is gone for a few grants

Hegemonic art is gentrificiation
It's mainstream dictating aesthetics
When they make pretty backdrops of wealth
Don't be surprised that writers fuck shit up

Part 2 - Reaction

This post-structural posturing
This shit is naval gazing

Don't speak for the scene
You media show pony

You've jumped the shark
You are a parody of yourself
Your media buddies make it news
But it's been dead for years

Clap clap for provoking
The contextual debate
Opinion doesn't make you right
And this critique is personal

Part 3 - Opinion

Haters gonna hate
Wankers gonna wank
Painters gonna paint
Tags are fuckin' sick

The line between piss take and art
It isn't as blurry as you might think
This is piss take made personal
No need to dissect it to see that

Paint whatever you want man
But pick up a weapon, expect trouble
I wish someone would paint over it
Scratch out Murals and write Toys

Part 3: Response

Your target isn't on the shooting range
This isn't an art vs graffiti gudgewank
There is no news on street art vs graff
Lush has been saying the same for years
(only better)

Part 4: Reason

Does the source matter if the point is relevant?
People stroke street arts' fast disappearing balls
There's no critique just "that's painted really well"
Boring and un-inventive - the death of street art

This technical obsession is a curse

Technically adept, thematically empty

Just middle class white hipster kids
With over romanticised notions

Part 5: Right of Reply

7 words on a wall
And everybody shits their pants
It is such a strange time
For all the keyboard fury
This is just paint on a wall

Part 6: Compassion

You must feel heavily misunderstood

I never claimed to be anything I wasn't
I'm sorry for the rift between us

Who said art has to be pidgeon holed?

If you are not pissing on someone for doing murals
If you do no harm we can be friends

Part 6: Learning

Murals, street art and graff
Why cant we have it all?
Celebrate diverse contributions

Graffiti is bigger than ever
There is just another group
Who are also painting walls

Part 7: Love

All things said, fair points
We are in this together
A united collaboration

It's all paint on walls
Some of it I like
Some of it I don't

I love graffiti
I love street art
The former
Informs the latter

Legal or illegal
It's all semantics
What we all love,
That is art

•