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...Subway Vigilante, was already a national sensation. The police reported hundreds of calls praising the gunman--some lamenting his lack of accuracy. The New York tabloids engaged in a frenzied competition of hysterical headlines. Man-in-the-street interviews revealed blacks and whites enthusiastically supporting the gunman. The exuberant graffiti spray-painted on New York's East River Drive proclaimed POWER TO THE VIGILANTE. NEW YORK LOVES...
...intelligent that they could displace Doug Flutie as the reigning icon of America's youth? In the midst of this three-ring circus of bikers, drug dealers and juvenile delinquents-come-lately, Rocky sticks out like a biker in a tuxedo--or a T.V. movie director spraying creative graffiti on the silver screen. We mourn for him not only because he is trapped inside a horribly defective body, but because he is confined to a looking-glass existence peopled by characters from over the rainbow...
...Berlin Wall gapes briefly, affording a narrow passage into the divided German soul. On its Western side, a sea of sensuous color rushes down the Kurfurstendamm, past the ruins of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, and spends itself violently but impotently in a scatological orgy of graffiti against the cold barrier. On the Eastern side, a pall hangs over the city, reflected in the rigorously functional, regimented gray apartment blocks that line the streets. Propelled by the engine of the postwar Wirtschaftswunder, the capitalist Federal Republic of Germany is a sporty blond racing along the autobahns in a glittering Mercedes...
Regarding the recent "Life on the Bench" editorial concerning Peter J. Howe's reading graffiti ("Liber Als Suck," to beprecise) on a subway bench, I would like to suggest that if the basic American conservative philosophy can be summarized as "men must be free" then the basic liberal argument can be simplified to "all men must be equal...
...SITTING ON a wooden bench outside a T station the other day. Like most wooden benches outside T stations (those monolithic expressions of suburban alienation) this one was spattered with graffiti. I've always liked graffiti, particularly in the carrels in Lamont when I've got a final the next morning. So I passed my wait by reading the graffiti on this particular bench...