Saw this piece of poetry on a electrical box on the road between JFK/UMASS and the Globe today and I was like, "I know right? You don't have to tell me buddy." But then when I saw it again on my walk back the other way, I was like "Wait, what about them specifically?"
I don't know. I honestly have no idea what this street poet was trying to express here. A couple friends online shared my perplexity, and some had suggestions:
@katsized Agree. Speak in full sentences pleaseIs that too much to ask?
I saw them open for Skavoovie at the Channel in '92 actually.
@thekingevrock Great band.
Possible. Maybe the line below is meant as an invitation to each of us to fill in with our own reading of what a junkie slut own?
I believe he's referring to a single entity, hence the apostrophe. Perhaps it is an existential question- who are we to decide?
the apostrophe suggests Junkie Slut was taking ownership and making sure no one touched her property.That's probably it most likely. What do you think the message behind this work of art is?
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Little cute circle over the i makes me think this was written by a woman. Perhaps she's in a disagreement with an another woman she perceives to be a slut, and who is also a junkie? Perhaps over a man or a bag of skag?
at first i was inclined to agree w/ the possessive hypothesis, but after much thought, i know believe the writer was upset by the low quality of sluts in the area. "how good are the sluts?" "junky, mate"
Hhaa, that's the beauty of art innit?
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