
Cogs rotate, interlocking;
Brass indents turning;
Measuring our time changes.
Haiku and photo Copyright Englepip©
In response to:
Debbie Smyth, 12 January 2020
Posted as part of One Word Sunday

Cogs rotate, interlocking;
Brass indents turning;
Measuring our time changes.
Haiku and photo Copyright Englepip©
In response to:
Debbie Smyth, 12 January 2020
Posted as part of One Word Sunday
Bush and grass;
Nomadic units.
Mud and thatch;
A season’s shelter.
Timber, wattle and daub;
A whole community.
Stone and flint and brick,
Lots of brick and stone;
Built to last;
A permanence:
Solidity, reliability
Cities and government
Confirmation of continuity
Substance, dependability.
Cold steel;
Reflective, shiny
Repellant
Outward gloss;
Hard.
And glass
All revealing
Transparent glass.
Windows to the outside
Portals to the inside.
Transparency and truth
Everyone can see;
Everything.
Words , poem and photo copyright Englepip©
The last few decades have seen a new architecture throughout the world. There is a change in style and feeling and I wanted to express how our architecture says a lot about us socially. This is a picture of Basingstoke, once a small market town evolving into a commercial hub – the place where Burberrys were invented in a small retailers; where Eli Lilly and Smiths industries and Lansing Bagnall led the way; where the Automobile Association still is based in what was until recently the tallest building between Hampshire and America; where the bank note printers De La Rue still has its headquarters on the edge of town. But as we move away from industry and manufacturing, – this is on the edge of the Uk’s silicon valley – to ethernet and internet and the need to face each other and work together physically, so architecture has changed. From solid stone with a ‘built to last’ feel, we have moved to glass and steel. Does it represent the unforgivingness of the working environment today? Does the transparency of glass mean that – yes we can see you are not hiding things but that you are being watched all the time? Does the brittleness of glass reflect the ease with which our individual worlds can be smashed and broken?
It’s a fact
You don’t have to believe it but
It’s a fact
It’s not an alternative
It’s indisputable.
People are human
It’s a fact
They create waste
And the waste they create
Pollutes our rivers
Our land and our air
It’s a fact
Whatever way you
Look at it
We have one earth
And the earth is not limitless
It is a fact
If you use all you have
And there is no more
Then there is nothing
For you
For your family
For humanity
It’s a fact.
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We need to change our ways.
Words and photo copyright Englepip©
Picture from January 2015
Make way: make way
The developers say
As their wrecking balls
Crash down the walls.
Condemned as unfit
The buildings are split
Ridding them of trouble
Turning all to rubble
For once it’s all razed
There’s money to be made
Erecting posh offices
Or executive pads.
Never mind how we feel
The development’s a steal
For those with power
Over the poor.
And I ask
“Have you an inkling
Of the grief we are thinking
When you split our community apart?”
In the East End of London, Spitalfields, many homes and buildings have been demolished and replaced with high cost housing or expensive office blocks. This has tended to price the local people out of the area, break up communities and bring in new residents who have no close ties to the community. Often buildings could have been improved but there is more money in doing them up for a different market or other things. On the positive side, the Street Artists have moved in and taken advantage of bare walls and fencing to display their work. One of my favourites was the madonna-like figure on the end wall behind the hoarding in my photograph above. The area around Brick Lane is a mecca for restaurants and tourists. But for local people who want to stay, it is impossible – it can be over a million pounds for a 2 bedroom apartment! There have been protests against the ‘gentrification’ of the area but money always wins.
Screenshot from Google Maps, shows a demolition site in the heart of Spitalfields.
Photos and words copyright Englepip©