Pull this change/sweet and twenty/reckless dust
Grab this chain/you can. you live/behind this wall
Pull this change/the poem is your sister/on parole
Hook this chain/catch the man/who throws your shadow
Pull this chain/ungloved hand/-- no boundary
This poem, by Mark Mendel, titled "Ojos Numerosos (for George Oppen)" was painted on various walls in Cambridge, MA in the summer of 1975. It was wonderful to come upon these poem fragments as you drove through the city. There were 23 verses: these are the ones I have pictures of.
Seventeen stanzas from the poem were printed in the Boston Real Paper in December 18, 1980, in an article titled "Blueprints for the Poetry of the Future." I found an
abstract of an article about the poem, originally published in The Journal of Typographical Research, volume 9 no 3, 1975.
Line Transmitter Installation - A Poem in the Environment
Author(s): Mendel, Mark
Abstract: Ojos Numerosos is a poem of twenty-three three-line stanzas. It was written to be painted on the sides of buildings, on viaducts, and on other urban surfaces where graffiti is typically found. The verses are in random series and are interchangeable within the poem. They form a chain in the experience of the person moving about town. People confront this poem as they do graffiti or corporate-graffiti/advertising every day. Poetry predates writing and printing. The recent tradition of poetics as a possession of the educated elite grew from its confinement to the printed page; I want this poem to fit the viaduct as the sonnet was once felt to fit the page. This is the sprayed word--the continuous simultaneous transmission of a poem into the environment.
Here are the verses from the Real Paper
Pull this change ungloved hand -- no boundary Wire this star where reel'd dawn grows jumpstart the rose Grab this chain you can. you live behind this wall Cast this change running without oil over trembling chrome Feel this chain chevrolet girl in tow Pull this change you've found it's green Pull this change bricklayer union scale Follow this chain the next link is now Touch this chain I'm no stranger than the January sunset Hook this chain catch the man who throws your shadow Pull this change the poem is your sister on parole
Updated 12/02/97, 04/19/05, 12/26/08