$20
Item#: 2008SYR01
11x17-inches, printed on heavy weight (100-pound) Hammermill cover paper. We package each print with a piece of chipboard in a clear plastic sleeve.
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An information page with photos of the artist and poet, and hand-written comments from each.
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I have no boundaries
In this city of my birth
I, too, roam freely
So often in the city, young people feel confined by either their schools, their living situation, or lack of employment, or under-employment, and so forth. I don't think you should use that as a barrier. Don't let that be a fence around you.
So when I wrote this haiku, I was thinking, "I'm a product of the inner city, but it didn't control me, I was in control of my destiny." You have to have a plan. It's like reaching a fork in the road. You look at this fork, and you say, "Which road am I going to choose?" The one filled with vice, negativity, and so forth? It may look alluring. But you've got to have the stamina within yourself to say, "I think I'll opt for the other road." It might be a rocky road -- even at my age, my road is still somewhat rocky. So you persevere.
My poem was Poem No. 1, the first out of hundreds. I remember thinking, "Whatever the poem says, those words are going to become visual components." It didn't really matter what the words would say. I was going to interpret it typographically.
But as I began reading some of the haiku, they had to do with winter, or birds, or things that didn't interest me. Whereas Poem No. 1, apart from being number one, meant more to me than the others did. This is my city. For better or worse, this is where I practice design, in this city of my birth.