Do Not Read More Books Enter

You’ve doubtless seen a stop sign appropriated for some political agenda with a well-placed sticker - “WAR,” say, or, as L. Fitzgerald Sjoberg would have it, “NOT FREEING MUMIA.” But how is one to parse a certain “Do Not Enter” sign in the Old Fourth Ward, the white bar between the “DO NOT” and the “ENTER” of which is defaced with “READ MORE BOOKS”?

8 Responses to “Do Not Read More Books Enter”


  1. Anyone else remember the mickey mouse stencils on the sidewalks of down town AA? When the street lights came on the shadows cast by parking meters filled in the face & ears? Now that was creative!


  2. Yeah, they’re wearing off. I’ve wanted to retouch them for a while now, and I’d like to find out who did them in the first place.
    js


  3. I doubt that anyone remembers the graffiti “McGovern For Truth” on the fence at the bottom of the hill intersection of W Kingsley and N First St… I do.

    The Observer had a short article on the Mickey Mouse stencils several years ago. They were done by a local fellow whose name I cannot recall.


  4. We failed to get McGovern and eventually failed to get the truth.

    Sorry I didn’t see it in ‘72. I had been drafted and was in a really overrated place in S.E. Asia.

    I am not a crook,
    Ilya


  5. Was that before or after the inside and outside barfing?


  6. I was just talking about the Mickey Mouses the other day, how I haven’t seen any of them around for eons. Anyone know were there are any left? I’ll go take some pictures and document them.

    Speaking off, somewhere online is a photo gallery of Ann Arbor places that no longer exist, if I can dig up the link I’ll post it.


  7. Anna,
    That came after, about 3 years after.
    This tells me something about you.
    You have balls.

    Not in a good or bad way, just that you possess testicles, most likely two.

    BTW – Was that your grandma?

    Ilya


  8. My favorite Ann Arbor grafitto was scrawled in huge hot pink letters across the entire width of the Warren Road overpass on US-23 just north of town: DEFINE YOURSELF OR BE DEFINED. Gone at least five years now.

    I was a kid in East Lansing at the time Rubber Bob was active. He wrote in round script with red spray paint all over sidewalks and walls on campus and surrounding areas, all about the intimate details of his rubber fetishism and “rubber parties”. Rubber Bob got to be such an icon that there was a reference to him in a newspaper ad for East Lansing State Bank.