The Monkey at 9th and C

I’m not exactly sure when the monkey appeared on my apartment building’s wall. I look at him every day coming and going. No one has desecrated him yet. People walk by but they don’t destroy him. Art often appears like a blossom in the city, the unexpected beauty welcome.

The monkey made me think of a short poem by Gregory Corso, a poet I first met not too far from where the monkey is now, a short poem with a long title: “Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.”

I wanted to capture the monkey for you before the rain, sun, wind and snow on cloudy wings come to take him away. Here’s the monkey as happy as ever. I really enjoyed putting this together.

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