A review of my book

This is a book review from someone I don’t personally know, I didnt pay or suck his dong to write this. It humbled me! (good deeds always do that)

Vulgarity, what does it mean? Wikipedia denotes vulgar as common, coarse, unrefined. So who makes those decisions? Who is it that decides what is vulgar, what can be vulgar, and what can be excluded as vulgar? Vulgarity is so often a personal perception, though it can also be a communal, even national one.

As far as creativity is concerned, vulgarity is an unfocused area, one that often shifts and meanders depending on the artist and their perspective. Some artists use common perceptions of vulgarity in order to emphasise a point, others to underline an assumption, others still, use vulgarity to set a scene, and yet others embrace vulgarity as a necessity, an integral part of the human condition. That is the space that Mon Graffito takes up in his latest book The Writing On The (Toilet) Wall.

We are all flesh and blood, we are all physical in our make up, our character, our essence. To pretend otherwise is delusional at best, dysfunctional at worst. Our needs, our urges, our drives are not evil, tainted, or inappropriate. When it comes to sex, those needs, urges, and drives are integral to our character, to our physicality.

We are sexual creatures by nature, it is an integral part of the glory of who we are. Why then should it be seen as something less than, something hidden, something not talked about in polite society? Should we not revel in our sexuality, as much as we revel in our thoughts and in our actions? Mon Graffito takes the discomfort that many feel towards the public exclamation of sex and sexuality, and writes it on the wall, on the toilet wall to be specific.

There is a long history of messages, assignations, meetings arranged on the toilet wall. Public toilets have been ‘haunts for depravity’ since there were such things as public toilets. Gay sexuality in particular used the public toilet system as connection points for intimacy, places for the sanctity of sex, cathedrals of need, urge, and drive.

Mon Graffito has taken that history of sanctity and used it as the essence for this book. As he terms it himself, it is a book of: “…sleazy graffiti, drawings and immoral poems and some colourful pages, from cave paintings to Mon Graffito.” This is a writer that revels in the physicality of life, and in particular, the physicality of sex. The book is strewn with illustrations of the enjoyment of sex, whether singly, as couples, or groups. All are relevant, important and vital. They are a glorification of what it is to be alive, and what it is to feel that life pulsing through and out of you.

Mon Graffito’s poetry cascades across the book. There are encounters, reminiscences, thoughts. There is humour, sadness, analogies and moments, all part of the cavalcade of life whether Mon’s or the readers. All of us understand that our lives are full of moments, scenes, vignettes. Some are tender, some are fumbling, some are full on train wrecks, but they all go to make up who we are, and who we are to others.

Reading through this book, you soon begin to realise that the vulgarity that you perceived is actually an illusion. The spit, sperm, piss that are an integral part of the illustrations and poetry of the book, are also an integral part of who we are. They are all bodily fluids, part of the essence of being alive, being vital, being human, they are not grotesque travesties, they are warm, connective, collaborative.

The Writing On The (Toilet) Wall is not a book to be dismissed lightly. It is an important reminder that we are rooted in the earth. Yes, we may well have lofty ambitions of touching the heavens, that is admirable, but we should never forget that we will always have, and must always have, one foot firmly rooted in the mud of the physical. We are guts and bones, the expansive and the pumping. We are the needs, urges, and drives of the physical body, we are the spit, sperm, piss, and shit of life. If we forget that, or refuse to integrate that into our lives, then we lose the ability to be human.

Vulgarity is common, course, unrefined, and long may it continue to be so.

The author has made it clear to me that he is more than welcome for comments to be emailed to him, whether they be comments of celebration or outrage, all are good to him.

The Writing On The (Toilet) Wall can be purchased viaAmazon.com

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Happy new reading time!

A very good year to everyone, yes, including Trump and Brexit voters!

My book launch was much fun! In Amsterdam, Netherlands, I expose my works and organised this book launch in a restaurant that is an active part of the queer community. Yes, such places still exist. They organize events, dont charge artists for exposing on their walls, they believe in what they do and do it with passion. Hip hooray for the Getto in Amsterdam!

Meanwhile, after giving my 10 limited series baby for adoption, a very similar clone book is available on Amazon USA and European sites.

The Writing on the (toilet) Wall: sleazy drawings, immoral poems, haiku and drawing pages Paperback – December 29, 2016

  • Paperback: 78 pages
  • Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform; 1 edition (December 29, 2016)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1541275144
  • ISBN-13: 978-1541275140
  • Product Dimensions: 6.7 x 0.2 x 9.6 inches

 

 

The Writing on the (toilet) Wall

A book of sleazy drawings, haiku, immoral poetry and some coloring pages is out!
I worked one year on it, from concept to the poems, drawings and book layout.

on Amazon US, EU:

List Price: $12.00
6.69″ x 9.61″ (16.993 x 24.409 cm)
Black & White on White paper
78 pages
ISBN-13: 978-1541275140 20161227_142207
ISBN-10: 1541275144
BISAC: Poetry / LGBT

to the Male Hooker

Many years ago I lived not far from a place where men worked the street. With some I chatted, I’m fond of extraordinary surviving life stories, especially in the western world where I live. Throughout the years I read books, accounts of a reality otherwise foreign to me. Moved by their life stories I started writing poems about these boys, drawing portraits for a small fee I paid the model. This statue is a one only piece dedicated to them.

bronze statue 36 cm tall (for sale)
https://youtu.be/cCLwGZJyXtcbtonze statue


http://www.patreon.com/mongraffito

The Writing on the (Restroom) Wall –

– a book of pornograffiti, haikus and gay related poems

Since March I’ve been working on a book regarding the almost lost restroom (public toilets) culture. Here’s a bit why:
As a teenager (back in the day) I sometimes entered public toilets. They used to have them in parks and some streets, the stairs descending underground. There was not much of a maintenance, people had a bit more respect for public property.
What surprised and amused me were the funny drawings and texts left on walls above the urinals or cabin doors. Both straight and gay themed caricatures. My interest in man to man sexuality budded much much later.
Those images were like cave paintings, which put me “in touch” with other people, told me about their thoughts, desires, people who shared a funny joke.

You need to understand that before the internet and porn tsunamis on Western culture such stuff was rare. Im talking about Europe, probably the Americas were ahead of us, though the West, thanks to the religious (imposed) beliefs, always regarded sex as shameful, sinful, sexual desires and fantasies as abominable.

Apart from the sex message in itself, the drawings, most of them childish, turned those toilets in a sort of amusement park – museum.
Out on the streets spray graffity (which arrived in the early 80s!) were doing something else.

I thought: what if this graphic/text culture went on developing itself, bringing more drawing and poetic skill to the walls? But most city toilets these days are sanitized to the max.
Based on some “primitive” artists, mostly anonymous but Keith Haring, Palanca, even Michelangelo and DaVinci (both gays) to name a few, I started drawing these pornograffitis.

One major remark is that I see sex between men as a power struggle. Oscar Wilde said: everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power. (I subscribe)

Just like the Japanese shunga drawings (exaggerated cock sized Japanese men enjoying women with gigantic pussies wearing beautiful kimonos), if the art itself gets to a certain artistic level, you stop thinking “yak, that’s pornography!”.

This book, not finished yet, is a collection of drawings, some to pencil color yourself, and haikus or short poem-like writings even longer gay-themed poems that speak of lust, love, and power expressed in sexual form.

I will post a number of these pages. You will notice a “girlish” handwriting of some texts, it’s done on purpose, text can be an image in itself.

Scares the shit out of the shit

I dont like the shit word, at least fuck has better neural connections. But shit expresses better disgust and fear.

The truth is, you scare the shit out of me and I scare the shit out of you and life gets better apps but social life doesnt get better at all. And social is not a notion out there, disconnected from you and me.

But we say “shit, there’s nothing I can do about, better turn on netflix and play with my…” whatever it is you’re playing with. And it’s true, very few are cut to carry the banner of change. But even that person may look stupid, if nobody else follows him/her.

ok, too much now.

Remember “metadata”? It’s the stuff FB and Google and all the apps collect from us, because we offer them. And they turn that into money, into the pulse of this dying body called society.

What you could do, before turning on (better off!) the tv is blog and reblog news that scare you, words that tell about your anger and frustration. No need to write a story like this. Just type a list of words like “fuck you Trump” etc. The engines pick that up and the charts of anger go up and there’s a moment when at least the anonymous hackers and Mr Robot will act on that.
Hillary has people who pay for this info because she tries somehow to say the words you need to hear. Until she gets elected. There is no ending, sorry that Beyonce doesnt tell you about that: you need to fight for your life, for your well being, for the people you love, every day of your life.
And since the stuff you post online will remain longer than the plastic bags we throw away in forests (which is 300 years), at least the future will know that you have at least tried.