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conormac

who is the architect that wrote an ode to a concrete wall?



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Feb 27, 08 2:36 pm

liberty bell gave us the 'ode to a concrete pour'....

Feb 27, 08 2:51 pm
dml955i

ando

Feb 27, 08 3:09 pm

naw it was Louis Kahn

Feb 27, 08 3:27 pm
ff33º

kahn did the ode to the "brick and arch" i thought?

Feb 27, 08 3:32 pm
brian buchalski

i only ode myself

Feb 27, 08 3:52 pm
garpike

You only get one ode?

Feb 27, 08 9:20 pm
conormac

puddles only gives one ode

Feb 28, 08 12:30 pm
strlt_typ

building odes

Feb 28, 08 12:35 pm
liberty bell

I wrote one, in the form of a haiku:

Concrete wall so grey.
Liquid stone held forever
will never change shape.

Feb 28, 08 1:01 pm
freq_arch

liberty's haiku.
as graceful as her advice.
give me liberty....


(combined haiku / ode to liberty)

Feb 28, 08 2:41 pm

nice freq (freak) using the apostrophe for the extra syllabol

Feb 28, 08 2:48 pm
mdler

ODIE!!!!!!!!!!!

Feb 28, 08 6:22 pm
liberty bell

freq, your haiku is much better than mine!

Feb 28, 08 6:22 pm
some person

You poured the wall wrong.
Did you look at the drawings?
Get the jackhammer.



(Yes, I tend to hyperventilate when I see jackhammers being used on 'new' construction. It happens quite often on my project.)

Feb 28, 08 8:00 pm
liberty bell

So who *did* write an ode to a concrete wall?

Feb 28, 08 8:28 pm
Janosh

I lived next to Keats' house. It wasn't him - he didn't have an internet connection. Perhaps another consumption afflicted and opium addled archinecteur(se)?

Feb 29, 08 12:46 am

not concrete, but certainly with architectural elements:


Ode to Sadness

Sadness, scarab
with seven crippled feet,
spiderweb egg,
scramble-brained rat,
bitch's skeleton:
No entry here.
Don't come in.
Go away.
Go back
south with your umbrella,
go back
north with your serpent's teeth.
A poet lives here.
No sadness may
cross this threshold.
Through these windows
comes the breath of the world,
fresh red roses,
flags embroidered with
the victories of the people.
No.
No entry.
Flap
your bat's wings,
I will trample the feathers
that fall from your mantle,
I will sweep the bits and pieces
of your carcass to
the four corners of the wind,
I will wring your neck,
I will stitch your eyelids shut,
I will sew your shroud,
sadness, and bury your rodent bones
beneath the springtime of an apple tree.

Pablo Neruda

Feb 29, 08 7:33 am
brian buchalski

ooh...i love sadness

Feb 29, 08 7:53 am
ff33º

my gf did a generative design studio where she used a Neruda poem to gnerate a code that scripted form..

this to me is much sexier than an ode to a wall alone.

Feb 29, 08 9:52 am
liberty bell

ff33, can you explain why you find scripting from a poem sexy? I'm asking seriously; I'm trying to figure out what the appeal of scripting beyond technological is - would love to hear why/how you have a physical/emotional response to it.

Neruda poems can make me weep; well-poured concrete can make me weep; so far, scripting hasn't. But I would like it to.

Feb 29, 08 3:04 pm
snook_dude

Concrete only makes me weep when it doesn't come up to the specified strength. It is a sad sight watching jack hammers at
work.

Feb 29, 08 6:39 pm
vado retro

there is a movement known as CoNcReTePoEtRy. Haiku and Neruda are not members.

Feb 29, 08 11:09 pm

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