I am searching

graffiti is based on individual principles. These are carried forward by those who seek to better the landscape, the public and the political spheres within the communities it touches both literally and figuratively. We need the vanguard to carry forth that which we lack. We see this in all politicized acts, from that of the politicians to the working class. People cry out for a hero to bring the thoughts and struggles to the forefront of public discussion. "Make change" they cry out in return. These are the words, and the words can hurt or they can be constructive; forming the foundation from which to build. This is what I hoped to find, instead I am surrounded by images of mediocrity. "Truth is the best poetry;" the voice of the struggling souls searching for meaning in this cruel cold world. Where are these poems? Surely they cannot be disguised in crude repetition of unauthorized names. Self branded legions of creative drive wasted in the back alleys and gutters of the city... where is the beauty? I have seen perpetuation of a movement lost, neograff boasts the practiced techniques of the past, while post-graff lacks any sort of well bound direction. It is sparse, it is few and far between and it is getting pushed to the periphery while hot heads fresh from watching style wars in their parents basement are the ones who push old ideals that never made the sort of impact they floated in ideology. It is a sad day to find that the search you once had prided yourself for persuing was filled with nothing more than boring remediation of spoiled conquests and lost meaning. Where is the line? Where is the victory? Where is the graffiti that I know can exist; does exist in other places, but why not here?