and I don't blame him. The explanation by the sculptor was that he was tired of dogs shitting in his bushes. Good for him.So there you go, Mr. Gramlich, I guess we can all build our own shit fountains.
And here are some photos, still on Division Street, some you have to shake your head at, as with the famous mountain o'shit.
Still shambling the streets of the city Nelson Algren defined, I am the Monster in a madhouse refined. Burma Shave.
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Thursday, June 18, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
WHY, HIPSTERS? WHY???!!! SHIT FOUNTAIN: Augusta & Wolcott
Yes, this exists. Not far from the three-flat my mother grew up in during the 1930s. But artists and hipsters like to put whatever crap they want out on the street. As a writer, I can't get angry over anything Creative. Photos, poetry, art, sculptures. I just hate that this one thing shows that the real Polish neighborhood of my youth is gone.
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