Office View -
- surely no poem could be made out of you? where a fragment of sun seeps down through fat oblongs and jagged diaganols of random stacks of buildings, and not even the skeletal arm of one winter tree can be seen. Always growing and always glowing! a great oaken umbrella of harmonious mankind! - each city was first designed for perfect human life, or its dream.
Now night falls. Random office lights go off, and pubs pour out their poisons. Concrete, stone and steel become sillouhettes, draping the sky with dark curtains, the colour of death.
Now night falls. Random office lights go off, and pubs pour out their poisons. Concrete, stone and steel become sillouhettes, draping the sky with dark curtains, the colour of death.
posted by Tom Chivers at 11:35 PM
14 Comments:
i would have appreciated this on a postcard of dark new york.
It takes a power cut to make New York dark though. And even then, its organisation is neat and tidy like a grid, so you get a whole segment of sun if you look in the right direction.
My work-part of London isn't like that - cheap 1960s office buildings criss-crossing the view of one another, not a tree, flower or bird to see. It's a grim sight.
See now I quite like the poison that pours from pubs. Let's turn all the lights off and poison the streets.
Oh and therefore:
How.
Oh, me too. Just a passing detail, not a judgement.
Very nice work! And thanks for leaving a haiku. That was hilarious.
Glad you found it funny (how it was intended!)
Illegal here too :)
Everyone complains about kicking-out time. I've always loved it. As a child I used to sit by the window and try and eavesdrop.
As I child?
Who am I fucking kidding? hehehe.
Mm . . . my complaint is not so much about time, you know p.l.
i'll try to keep on-topic and use longer words next time.
Aw. Was I mean? I'm sorry.
I should have said I'm grateful for your comment :)
much better
Grand.
Heh, how many name changes do you have??
Some wicked descriptions within this piece.
Jackal, thanks!
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