Poets on walls. So nice to have them come out of the pages and present themselves as larger than life. Even as graffiti.
Neruda. “It happens that I am tired of being a man.” The first line of “Walking Around,” one of my favorite poems. “Just the same it would be delicious/to scare a notary with a cut lily/or knock a nun stone dead with one blow of an ear./It would be beautiful/to go through the streets with a green knife/shouting until I died of cold.” Here Pablo sports a flower at his ear.
Byron.
“She walks in beauty, like the night /Of cloudless climes and starry skies; /And all that’s best of dark and bright /Meet in her aspect and her eyes…” Byron wrote these lines in 1814, stunned by the sight of his ravishing cousin, the Lady Wilmot Horton, at a party in mourning dress.
And Maya Angelou.
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.
Not at all.
Not at all.
And I would like to add my humble contribution. Back in 1985 when I got my MFA at Columbia, the poetry collection I wrote as a thesis had the title “So Unconscious Desire.” Inspired by a perfect graffito that I saw sprayed in orange and green on a boarded up storefront on 19th Street between 2nd and 3rd, long erased except in my mind’s eye. I think I’d like to go paint that again on a rock somewhere.
Jean Zimmerman 
That would be great. Send them to me at jcz at ix dot netcom dot com.
I’ll take some this weekend. Is there a way to send them through this link?
Ian
If I ever go through those shoeboxes of old photos…
Those tweet-poems sound great. I’d love to know more about them. Is there a link of some kind to images?
If you ever find it, I would love to have a copy.
In the meantime, you might consider visiting Ciudad Juarez Mexico, where we live now and which has a vibrant graffiti/poetry project under way. Twitter-length poems appear at random all over the city.
I used to have a photo of the door, don’t know where it is now unfortunately. It certainly was an inspiration.
My now wife and I lived on 19th street in the late 70’s/early 80’s and walked by that door daily. The phrase was perfect and lives on in at least two other mind’s eyes.