If I were braver, I'd smile at you

It is always a source of joy to see the knits flourishing.
When some wilt over time and droop,
they are pushed up again by friendly hands.

Its good to give back
to a budding paste up wall in Enmore.
Two people stopped to chat.
One was relieved to discover my methods.
It had mystified him.

He imagined I unbolted the sign,
drew down the "sock" and then bolted the sign up again.

The Hub in Newtown is a defunct dirty movie cinema.
It died when video was invented
and has stood like a monument to
old school porn ever since.

It's entrance hosts a cool paste up wall,
with a naked pole near by.

The pole had a short life as a cozy model.
It is now a blackened metal tube with a collar of melted fibre.
Such is the ephemeral nature of street art.
(And the first time in 2.5 years
any knit has been assaulted.)

But there is still joy.

Remember this?

Fluro JOY woven to the train fence
on Christmas day became "TOY" for the
amusement of train commuters for about a week.

As the community joined in, someone else re-wove the "j"
and it stands again as JOY.

Other guerrilla hands are maintaining the joy.