Civilian Life

I. No longer an excuse for farmer or pedestrian A redistribution of the Citizen- Industrialist         Citizen-Artisan The Citizen-Individual X forms the external belief a prisoner like me would not last as a young professional woman of modest means It’s the same old survival as enduring as the screen indulging all your love of variety and experiment Why did we bother with the lies? The holes? II. Despairing Cities! To make one long for disorder! We have grown to love irregular sites cultivate this delight with The Three  Magnets Velveteen or bright painted flowers Little bunches of fruit Gabardine or sausage skin Agitate our hearts with the city skyscraper’s bedlam An allover pattern You will of course select your yellow slip covers to contrast with your occasional chairs Anything at all if it is rare and receding “The energy of the world is constant” excessively forbidding the point with respect to The Organic Earth and 16th version Earth well-known to the oldest star-clerks as a former parasite of the central machinery for terraforming Decreasingly swift like motions of birds overcrowding little moons of Jupiter as cozy as you please Most of space looks empty This emptiness is normal III. Without watching over time no real change presents in the visual model though rather small cells divide rapidly into two personal histories Atoms randomly vibrating this age of the science park of miners, editors, tree-fellers, and me an Eichler Purist! And the means? We present the human skeleton for mass consumption To be in close contact with good traffic    the eight-hour day jazz and cinema We must touch human beings and their residential blocks Serving to keep something from someone A reduction of our purchasing power In a New Town St. Petersburg was a colossal Experiment! Something close to sunshine sufficed to topple the faces of millions brazen and stimulating taking the path of least resistance Placeholders Spacemakers This developed machine-age life and luxury I never adjusted to my “life sphere” to reach pinnacle Shallow-flooding of the technopolis Clusters mid-drift rising above new cravings and red lacquer table tops You of course were the most obvious point of attack No Civilization has directly related to landscape as Real The tramway has no right to exist in the Anglo-American Garden City so far above our hats