The details are the very source of expression in architecture. But we are caught in a vice between art and the bottom line.
quote by Arthur Erickson
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Profit and bottom line, the contemporary mantra, eliminates the very source of architectural expression.
quote by Arthur Erickson
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Corporate Bottom Line
Shabbily they're seen and treated...
Workers jerked and losing perks.
Erased,
Are any raises in pay.
Everyday a job is outsourced,
To prevent a further loss.
And this is cost effective,
As a company directs!
Silk suits sit high to do their looting.
No matter who is booted,
To refine a bottom line.
And...
Silk suits sit high to do their looting.
No matter who is booted,
To refine a bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
Uprooted to make beautiful,
A corporate bottom line.
Those recruited to dilute and choose...
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
Shabbily they're seen and treated...
Workers jerked and losing perks.
Erased,
Are any raises in pay.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
No excuses when it comes to boost,
A corporate bottom line.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Source Of Confort
God is a source of energy
God is a source of light
God is a source of love
God is a source of peace
God is a source of comfort
God is a source of hope
God is a source of freedom
God is a source of praise
poem by Aldo Kraas
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All architecture is great architecture after sunset; perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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The Option To Do As You Please Clause
The bottom line,
Is needing no signature.
Or a validation of that which takes place.
The bottom line,
Whether definitions are agreed upon or not...
Will ensure a captivating of attention,
Regardless of the frowns shown...
On faces demanding they are entitled,
To additional suitable options.
'But we have not agreed upon the options!
And we protest the tone of your delivery.'
~And again...
As you can see,
This bottom line is quite specific.
You will notice...
The Option To Do As You Please Clause,
Has been eliminated.
Thank you for reminding me.
Sometimes I forget to use,
My velvet vocal touches.
How's this?
More soothing?
Take your time.
Read it again!
NEXT.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bottom Line
Rick astley
When we were out dancing the other night
You almost got me into another fight
You always want to prove youve got the touch, baby
To make all the other guys want you so much
But if you ever do that to me
Just one more time
I swear to you that I will blow
And baby thats
(chorus)
The bottom line
The bottom line
If you really love me like you say
Wouldnt keep on hurting me this way
You always turn away when I call your name
And baby things just stay the same
So if you ever do that to me
Just one more time
I swear to you that I will blow
And baby thats
(repeat chorus)
Here we go
Youve got to believe its over
Youve got to believe its true
Youve got to believe its over
And were through
Youve got to believe its over
Youve got to believe its true
Youve got to believe its over
And were through
The bottom line
The bottom line
The bottom line
All that you have ever done for me
Is show just how rotten life can be
But this has taught me one thing thats for sure yeah
Ill never let that girl back through my door
And if she ever does that to me
Just one more time
I swear to you that I will blow
And baby thats
(repeat chorus two times)
Id like to thank you all for coming this evening
All you people all you people out there
Youre all beautiful
I wanna take each and every one of you home with me tonight
song performed by by Rick Astley
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On The Way To The Bottom
On the way to the bottom
I met an ole friend of mine
He said 'Buddy, I do believe
this is the end of the line'
I said 'The end of the line'
Shoot, come on and have another round
And if we're headin' for the bottom
We still got a long way down
On the way to the bottom
We make a lot of stops
And we'd meet a lot of fools
Just a bustin' their hearts
On the way to the top
Pass me another bottle
And turn down the lights
Forget about tomorrow, baby
We're gonna rumble tonight
I'll wear my low heeled boots
You wear your taffeta gown
and if we're heading for the bottom
we'll go laughing all the way down
On the way to the bottom
I met an ol' girl of mine
She said 'Honey, I'm scared,
Won't you love me one more time?'
I said 'One more time?'
Shoot, about a million more
We had a whole lotta loving
And a whole lot more in store
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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All architecture is great architecture after sunset perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks.
quote by G.K. Chesterton
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Master & Slave
Life, a movie in my head
A page of lines we read
The words remain unsaid
Time, a race you never win
Look back at where we've been
And throw the towel in
(chorus)
Every time i see a sign
Tell me what's the bottom line
Tell me
I just wanna take my turn
Now before i crash and burn
Yeah
Hope, a candle burning bright
A temporary light
'till we return tonight
Love, the mighty drug we crave
The master and the slave
Will rule us to our grave
Everytime i see a sign
Tell me what's the bottom line
Tell me
I just want a place to rest,
Count to four and catch my breath
One, two, three, four...
I don't know what to feel
Don't know what to say
Don't know what to do
I don't know where to go
Don't know who to be
Don't know who to know
Life is never what it seems
It shakes you from your dreams
Wake up and start to
Everytime i see a sign
Tell me what's the bottom line
Tell me
I just want a place to rest
Stop and let me catch my breath
Everytime i see a sign
Tell me what's the bottom line
Tell me
Forget all that i've been told
I just wanna lose control
Everytime i see a sign
Tell me what's the bottom line
Tell me
I just wanna take my turn
Now before i crash and burn
song performed by by Kiss
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Those Kept On The Bottom Relate
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom,
Relate.
Keeping patience for them,
Has a message to send.
'Cause,
People feel more pinned in.
'Cause,
Struggles for them don't end.
'Cause,
Promises don't pay the rent.
Or decisions not to eat,
Because they wish to look thin.
Those kept on the bottom relate.
Those kept on the bottom relate.
Those kept on the bottom relate.
Those kept on the bottom,
Relate.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom keep keeping on.
Those kept on the bottom,
Relate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Great leaders have a heart for people. They take time for people. They view people as the bottom line, not as a tool to get to the bottom line.
quote by Pat Williams
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Master Slave
Life, a movie in my head
A page of lines we read
The words remain unsaid
Time, a race you never win
Look back at where weve been
And throw the towel in
(chorus)
Every time I see a sign
Tell me whats the bottom line
Tell me
I just wanna take my turn
Now before I crash and burn
Yeah
Hope, a candle burning bright
A temporary light
till we return tonight
Love, the mighty drug we crave
The master and the slave
Will rule us to our grave
Everytime I see a sign
Tell me whats the bottom line
Tell me
I just want a place to rest,
Count to four and catch my breath
One, two, three, four...
I dont know what to feel
Dont know what to say
Dont know what to do
I dont know where to go
Dont know who to be
Dont know who to know
Life is never what it seems
It shakes you from your dreams
Wake up and start to
Everytime I see a sign
Tell me whats the bottom line
Tell me
I just want a place to rest
Stop and let me catch my breath
Everytime I see a sign
Tell me whats the bottom line
Tell me
Forget all that Ive been told
I just wanna lose control
Everytime I see a sign
Tell me whats the bottom line
Tell me
I just wanna take my turn
Now before I crash and burn
song performed by by Kiss
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Bottom Line
(p. glass)
Na, na na na na na
Na, na na na na na na
Na, na na na... (repeat)
You say youre steady, n youre committed
But last night you werent around when I needed you
You keep talkin, but I need action
This divided affection just wont do...
I hate to give you an ultimatum
But when Im in love, I want it all the way...oh
Oh, thats the bottom line
If you really wanna keep my love
Cant be givin up whats mine...(oh oh oh)
Oh, thats the bottom line
I cant settle for a part-time thing
Need your lovin all the time...
No imitations, give me the real thing
Sugar-coated promises are not enough for me,
cause if youre fakin, dont be mistaken
Ill be out the door, before the count of three...
I hate to sound uncomprimising
But Im never gonna play nobodys fool...
Oh, thats the bottom line
If you really wanna keep my love
Cant be givin up whats mine...(oh oh oh)
Oh, thats the bottom line
I cant settle for a part-time thing
Need your lovin all the time...
Na, na na na na na
Na, na na na na na na
Na, na na na... (repeat)
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Their Teachers
Never do the same signs show their details,
Details are simply abandoning the very concept;
Signs fool the teachers of this era as we speak,
Details are against those who teach and display.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Next Poem
How much better it seems now
than when it is finally done–
the unforgettable first line,
the cunning way the stanzas run.
The rhymes soft-spoken and suggestive
are barely audible at first,
an appetite not yet acknowledged
like the inkling of a thirst.
While gradually the form appears
as each line is coaxed aloud–
the architecture of a room
seen from the middle of a crowd.
The music that of common speech
but slanted so that each detail
sounds unexpected as a sharp
inserted in a simple scale.
No jumble box of imagery
dumped glumly in the reader's lap
or elegantly packaged junk
the unsuspecting must unwrap.
But words that could direct a friend
precisely to an unknown place,
those few unshakeable details
that no confusion can erase.
And the real subject left unspoken
but unmistakable to those
who don't expect a jungle parrot
in the black and white of prose.
How much better it seems now
than when it is finally written.
How hungrily one waits to feel
the bright lure seized, the old hook bitten.
poem by Dana Gioia
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Lines And Tied Ends
Lines they say
Go on for, forever and a day
When I was but a youth I would say ok
But not today
For an expression comes to mind... how fey
For with this expression I must inveigh
For I have heard 'This is the end of the line'
But this defies logic and math
Maybe the end of a path
But not a line
Interesting it would take some time
To understand this, so I use this concept in a rhyme
This rhyme baleful in nature and maybe vile
Ugly like bile
Yet I need to tell
This story to stay well
The ends are tied, they are done, the ends are tied
Those parts of me have already partialy died
This is the end of the line, it will end
This is all there is
It's over my dear, my heart it seems, I will have to mend
Though the end is not mine
Though it seems
It is from you, you will cause it, no matter how fine
You will be the one to say the word 'no'
And then after that answer
I will never be the same, I'll die suddenly as if from a once dormant cancer
I promise you this end will be the halcyon end, the sleep i desired
poem by David Knox
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A Poetry Of Registration Research In The Contemporary Culture
details
precisely
diversity
steps
mediation of reality
abstract realizations
details again
no I-iniciated discussion
I-Konw-it-Is-Difficult-To- Do is a challenged being, not the category
details agains repeated again
but-ness id gone forever
d-e-t-a-i-l-s
insight revisted and reconstructed after the deconstructions
of multiple-I analysis
Let's Be Honest About This
Let's be honest about this!
'No.
Why should we?
Look behind you.
The majority now follow us.
Plus it has stopped raining.
A rainbow appears.
And...
Who knows,
If we keep with our beliefs...
Soon we will be near the Emerald City.'
WHAT EMERALD CITY? ? ?
'Keep your voice down.
I said IF we keep our beliefs...
Soon we will be near the Emerald City.'
But that's lieing.
'Details.
Details, details, details.
So what?
Something will show up...
And we will call it the Emerald City.
You know how it works.
You've been playing this game longer than I have.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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J' Accuse, ' Of Vice and Men
Of Vice and Men.
Here in my pen,
There is so much to say,
The same old song,
Man's got it wrong,
He cannot find his way.
The Conquering Lie,
Time does defy,
We're all caught in the Web,
No matter how the people try,
They'll never get ahead.
The Tribal Chief,
Promotes our grief,
Democracy defies,
Unjustly does he hide the Truth,
To better, Tyrannize.
Man's History, a mystery,
Of fiction and of lies,
Of Demagogues, and Red-eyed Rouges,
Where Liberty just dies!
Uncivilized, we still remain,
Is war a way of life?
Can Man only perpetuate,
Unhappiness and strife?
It's time to Stop,
War, murder, drop,
The innocent despair,
The Lives are lost,
Dictators, boast,
And who is there to care?
Of Vice and Men,
And Wars and Lies,
There's still so much to say,
We realize, that man just tries,
But Evil has it's way.
Of Vice and Men and Men and mice,
One day we shall recall,
That men were mice,
With so much Vice,
and that finished us All.
poem by Sandra Feldman
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The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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