I'm currently researching micro-stories and place-making for the Beirut project this summer. I think this poem is a great metaphor for using those important elements in-between the everyday that may actually be holding us together:
The Picket Fence
One time there was a picket fence
with space to gaze from hence to thence.
An architect who saw this sight
approached it suddenly one night,
removed the spaces from the fence,
and built of them a residence.
The picket fence stood there dumbfounded
with pickets wholly unsurrounded,
a view so loathsome and obscene,
the Senate had to intervene.
The architect, however, flew
to Afri- or Americoo.
by
Christian Morgenstern
English translation by Max Knight
Original version:
Der Lattenzaun
Es war einmal ein Lattenzaun,
mit Zwischenraum, hindurchzuschaun.
Ein Architekt, der dieses sah,
stand eines Abends plötzlich da -
und nahm den Zwischenraum heraus
und baute draus ein großes Haus.
Der Zaun indessen stand ganz dumm,
mit Latten ohne was herum.
Ein Anblick gräßlich und gemein.
Drum zog ihn der Senat auch ein.
Der Architekt jedoch entfloh
nach Afri- od- Ameriko.
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