this is what bansky does on walls
Of the couple in front of me one was a woman – in a silken shift covering a black Bardot brassiere – and beneath, lower, where every mortal man wears Y-fronts, was her more decorative lace Y-back, under there.
Then the oaf she was with put his hand onto what was bouncing beautifully and buzzed himself a feelie. Then they walked into a surf shop. There is no mercy for the older man in Byron Bay.
If my wife had worn that on the start of our wedding night I might have asked her to put some more clothes on. This particular babe was wearing the finish-line outfit in the street outside the hotel, in a manner of speaking.
.. an old man walked up to two yellow-robes sitting on a couple of rocks under the shade of a tree by the railway station, just like in the Dylan song. The families had left, the musicians were humming their way, away – and these two had the look of martial arts about them, half-squatted there. One asian, one whoknows. If the yellow-robes smoked at smoko then these two fellows would be smoking. They were at ease.
‘Mind if I grab a rock?’
‘No,’ one of them said,’ followed by a smile, ‘sit down.’
I asked them if they wouldn’t mind listening to a story about a vision and was that ok, then I asked if their english was ok and the older one smiled over at the younger one at that, which meant he was the yellow-robe senior man. European, he told me when I asked. The younger one asked if I meant a dream, but no, a vision.
I saw it one night on TV.
But I didn’t tell him that. I wanted to go head-hunting with a yellow-robe. So it got told, and it didn’t take long at all.
.. like this
Afghanistan. Syria. Iraq. Israel. North Africa.
‘We flew into a wide valley, and looking down from the Blackhawk we could see two men walking along a stony plain a few hundred feet below, beside each other, so we slipped down for a better look. One man was walking on a very narrow pathway without stones, the other man beside him was walking amongst the stones. They must have had sandels, but I remember none. The pathway was clear because that was the path all men took.’
I stopped there because the younger listener was busting to wrap it up in the Bhagavad Gita, so I had to say shush for now because I’m not done. Meanwhile, the older man, every time I look at him in the telling, gives me a wiseman look. This is his kid.
I give it to the younger listener first, it’s not hard. I asked him, ‘Which of the two men was talking?’ Then it was over to the teacher, and I asked him, ‘ Which of the two men was listening?’
‘Which one?’ I asked them both for the second time, and there they were just thinking about it.
Got them both.
this is what banksy does on walls, in words