02.09.25
Tell me your relation to pain, and I will tell you who you are!
Ernst Jünger, “On Pain”
Sounds like post-work
wind-down nightlife fall out
across emptied servant towers
the silver eclipsed floor systems
the ceilings voided stark ghosts
acoustic cancelled out sleeps is it possible
bent breathing between dried up
ground below open the bowl organ
in the archigram Falseself
a hymn that went the way of negation
but nothing can be eaten forever
selforganizing place-shaping
the macro-systems continuum
charity CEOs, civil servants
& masterplanners what is left of music
went into the Diaphragm Wall
stranded call the language
of that death acoustic as class vengeance
antidotes midnights Liftblrs
until you can’t wreck out your
ferrules in the anti-citylife
developments sunrise
in your eye punctum
its dichroic film scratched inside
the wet paper brain postdrome
Werkstatt ideas engine devolve
from Stanhope PLC a field of glass,
windswept Thomas Heatherwick's
your mother’s bead expertise, regurgitate
Bleigiessen seeing futuristic housing prototypes
& what has been forgotten
solid, bright concealed take my eyes out
at the Construction Expo
Five Angel Heads Comprise the biosphere
& how to die in it? command center
sitting on the laver eclipsed arches
all human malevolence is planned
orange light porphyry stone
it’s meaningless orange light
loggia curls quiet out
composite social bowels
typology bonded
in the shadow of the new Cathedral
the paying metronauts swim
in the highest pool in Europe
wedded nodes diminutions
& you eat them
in the Giant Needery
midnight tabulation
the drills, controlled explosions,
the corporation in the Sanatorium
little britain haemophilia
the shallow end of Bullism
I have no people & makes no noise
try to come to terms
with the view more permanent that myself.
