Crusty Punks

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Outro dia, conversando com uma amiga no Gtalk, ela me perguntou: E o que você mais gosta de fazer em Nova York? Por alguns segundos, a pergunta me deixou estática. Oras. Tudo. Tantas coisas. Acordar aqui é bom. Mas depois dos primeiros instantes, a resposta veio óbvia: ir ao Tompkins Square. O parque-praça é símbolo de resistência histórico na cidade, onde já houveram várias rebeliões contra o sistema e ‘guerras’ com a policía. Ponto de encontro das mais diferentes pessoas, sinônimo das dificuldades socias da grande cidade. Palco de festivais de jazz, segunda casa de Charlie Parker. Lugar de levar as crianças, os cachorros, andar de bicicleta, meditar debaixo da árvore onde Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada bateu o recorde de pessoas cantando o mantra Hare Krshina fora da Índia. Um mundo num quarteirão. E um outro mundo que me deixa fascinada: os crusty punks. Aqueles amigos que não se encaixam. Que não se adaptam à vida em apartamentos,  à vida capitalista, a ter coisas. Que vivem viajando, sem pensar no amanhã. Que tem o Tompkins como ponto de encontro. Pobres, sujos, rebeldes e sofridos. Porém livres.

As vezes me sento e brinco “é o meu cinema preferido”. Sou capaz de passar horas os assistindo. Já pensei em diversas vezes ir até eles, me apresentar, pedir para ouvir as histórias, por que você não está com a sua família? Onde você consegue dinheiro para sua heroína? Queria saber onde eles fazem cocô, como é passar um dia inteiro, uma semana, um mês, anos, sem ter um compromisso, uma previsão, um plano. E, ontem de manhã, abri o jornal The Villager e ganhei um presente.

O fotojornalista Steven Hirsch fotografa e grava as histórias de vários deles. E ele tem um blog: Crusty Punks, onde ele guarda todos os registros. Já li todas as histórias. Tô sentindo um trem agora que nem sei dizer o quê.

“As a photographer, I find them incredibly interesting,” ele fala. “Once you start understanding their sense of fashion and design, they look really cool. There’s order in their disorder. They sew their clothes and patches together with dental floss — it’s really strong. They’re not looking to hide the threads.”

Escolhi um para compartilhar com vocês. Mas, definitivamente, passar um tempo lendo a história de cada uma dessas almas loucas e livres amolece alguma coisa pedra dentro da gente. Recomendo.

“I did a little bit of modeling just for fun and cause like people were asking to take my pictures. If was fun though definitely. Taking pictures for money. It’s a good deal. Win win. I’ve been on the road, this is my fourth year. But on and off, you know I tried going back to school. Tried living in a house a few times. It’s just garbage. It doesn’t work for me. I windup getting into way too much trouble and or just going insane in my own brain cause I can’t handle all that bull crap. Like having to do stuff for people, like having to feeling the necessity to do everything. Make money. Stress. Too much stress. Like people trying to tell me what to do all the time and what you’re supposed to do rather then what you want to do. And I’m not like, when you’re younger you think it’s supposed to be like, all that like teenage angst and everything or whatever. But once you’re not a teenager anymore, it just becomes like part of life that you wanna get away from, all that crap cause it just makes you crazy. It makes people wanna kill people. And my friends are awesome. People on the road are awesome. Life; you get to live it like one step at a time. In our lives that we live; we live day by day like every second is fate and it’s like happening right in front of us. Like we don’t have anything. We don’t have anything we need or want, we just kinda like go around and just like, it falls into place. Manifestation. I’m sure you’ve heard about manifestation. Wanting something and then like, knowing that you’re going to get it I guess. Like knowing it’s going to happen and then it does happen. Knowing that you’re not going to go hungry. You can’t go hungry. So you’re automatically going to get fed. Knowing you’re going to have a place to sleep. You’re automatically going to have a place to sleep. Like a lot of people think that it’s scary but it’s not even scary. Cause it’s like, fuck. Cause none of us try. But look at how happy we are. How we just get to like; we get everything, we get everything. It’s not like we’re asking for everything. Boom. I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t know how to explain it other then that, if you know what I mean. It’s like cut into the ground already and we’re just falling after it. I just feel like this is my job. This is like my job, when your job is to do what you do. The president’s job is to do what he does and you know everybody’s got a job and maybe mine’s not one you get paid for but it’s still a job. I get to go around and meet everybody and talk to people and tell them about, about this and I don’t know. I feel like it’s my job. I dunno. I do. I do get paid for what I do. You know what I mean. I get paid, just because people don’t understand me so automatically. Automatically when you think like someone is in trouble, you offer them money. It’s like the world just doesn’t understand us. What you don’t understand your either scared of or you just like. That’s why I think everyone’s scared of us. They just don’t get our life is completely different, But yes we should get paid for it and I think we all do. And that’s why we keep doing it.

Confusion, fear, anger. Mostly confusion. Then second anger and then third, like fear kind of. Cause like the angers like, Ifd feel like probably like sixty percent of people wished they had done this themselves. At least went out, not necessarily what I do because I’ve been doing it for four years right. But at least when I got out of high school and stuff. At least like wished they had went traveling and seeing the country where your born in, where you’ve grown up your whole life. Like I don’t watch the news but I still know what’s going on. And I’m not scared because I am like the news. I get to see what’s really going on. Even though I don’t get to hear about huge things like shootings and stabbings, do I want to surround myself with that kind of information all day? Do I want to live in fear every single day? Not particularly. I’d rather just like go, be smart, be safe. You know what I mean? And you definitely have to be smart to do what we do, even though we might seem like a bunch of dumb ass people because we like to have fun and whatever but. You have to be smart otherwise your going to wind up another headline in the news. I wouldn’t change anything for the world. But I wish people would realize we’re not here to hurt anybody.”


Skamper

http://crustypunks.blogspot.com/


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6 Responses to “Crusty Punks”

  1. karuna Says:

    me encantaria passear com vc ai!

  2. fabi Says:

    to indo pra nyc e lembrei do seu blog…
    vim dar uma olhada e… que espanto! ele tá cada vez mais interessante!
    você tem uma pegada muito boa!

  3. Zazá Says:

    Muito legal conhecer NY pelos seus olhos!Nenhum guia turístico seria capaz de “enxergar” essas coisas e o que vc vê e sente!!!Maravilha!
    Bju no coração.

  4. Luisa Rubião Says:

    Coisa linda, Elisa! Seus olhares estnao de matar. Pena não ter descoberto seu talento antes, para te contratar. De toda forma a indicação já está na ponta da lingua. Parabéns!

  5. júlia Says:

    ando por aqui um bocado! vontade de andar mais pra te conhecer e acabar vendo as horas em ny! não conheço essa cidade, e aqui, vendo as coisas que você posta, só aumenta a minha movimentação-desejo por ny!

    agora tô lendo um a um, os relatos do crustypunks. é forte como dentro de um mesmo nome, tag “crustypunks” cada um vive a experiência ao seu modo. lifestyle é o kct.

    brigada

    beijo!

  6. júlia Says:

    ai! faltou a explicação: life style é o kct, this is life!


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