Dort wo man Bücher verbrennt, verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen.
Place Making Notes for Presentation.
THE QUEST FOR THE ARCHETYPE IN THE DESIGN OF PLACE-MAKINGby TIM GIRVIN | BRANDS, PLACES, STORYTELLING | Feb 27, 2019
DESIGNING PLACES: EXPLORING THE DEEP METAPHORS, SYMBOLS AND ARCHETYPES IN PLACES MADE
1. Archetypes Emerge they are not designed.
Lucian, Pythagorus I will not teach you I will Remind You.
Rent Seekers or Placemakers?
One day in 1871 George went for a horseback ride and stopped to rest while overlooking San Francisco Bay. He later wrote of the revelation that he had:
I asked a passing teamster, for want of something better to say, what land was worth there. He pointed to some cows grazing so far off that they looked like mice, and said, "I don't know exactly,
but there is a man over there who will sell some land for a thousand dollars an acre." Like a flash it came over me that there was the reason of advancing poverty with advancing wealth. With the growth of population, land grows in value, and the men who work it must pay more for the privilege.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Progress_and_Poverty
In his 1946 foreword to Brave New World, Aldous Huxley writes "If I were to rewrite the book, I would offer the Savage...the possibility of sanity...where community economics would be decentralist and Henry-Georgian".
2. Are we Rent Seeking or are we Place making are the two mutually exclusive?
Beigel Bake or Beigel Shop. Authenticity.
There is a story (which may well be apocryphal) about an Italian politician who took a friend home to meet his mother. On the way, he warned his friend that his mother was a rather grand old lady, with high notions of decency and respectability. For this reason, he had not informed her that he was in politics, and asked his friend to keep his secret. “If she knew I was a minister in the government”, he said, “she would be appalled”.
His friend asked him what his mother thought he did do for a living. “She thinks I play the piano in a brothel”, replied the politician. “That’s far more respectable”.
This story is a reminder that politicians as a genus have never topped the public popularity stakes. Some very decent men and women do go into politics, but the…Image of the Developer In the Mural at the Entrence to docklands by the Blue Bridge makes the same point.
Traffic Light Tree (traffic light tree) is a light sculpture by the French sculptor Pierre Vivant (* 1952). The installation was erected in 1998 on a roundabout (Heron Quay Bank, Marsh Wall and Westferry Road) in the middle of the Canary Wharf office complex in Tower Hamlets, London. In late 2013, the sculpture was moved to the roundabout on Trafalgar Way (access to Billingsgate Fish Market).
Rope Makers Fields LDDC
Numbers are not Places people are.
Robert John Community Battle for docklands.
May 22nd, 2020 SOME PLACEMAKING NOSTALGIA WORKING BACK TO LATE 50’S VINTAGE DE-J LEVY, CHARLES CLORE, UP TO PAUL REICHMAN. ALL GIANTS #PLACEMAKINGBASICS #WEDODEALS #REALRLDhttps://t.co/xze0hplCVo
https://youtu.be/_tIHBxUBXWA?t=2050 dr Barraclough.
https://youtu.be/_tIHBxUBXWA?t=2277 Robert John Infrastructure.
https://youtu.be/_tIHBxUBXWA?t=2349 Robert John joining Paul Reichman
https://youtu.be/_tIHBxUBXWA?t=2722 Robert John Skills Match
Ballymore Good Luck Hope,
Royal Ballet, Fond of Ballet myself , Bethnal Green Ballet moved to Good Luck Hope.
Trinity Buoy Wharf, Good Luck Hope ? Synergies?
Eric Reynolds, John Burton.
Rock Family Trees.
Banshees and other Creatures.
Pump House Wapping Jules.
Haring's only commandment is: thou shalt not have false idols - namely, money and the Church. He depicts his little people shaking and juddering at the command of a flying TV blazing with images of the almighty dollar, and an upside-down cross by which people are screwed. In Haring's universe, sexual energy is holy and religious morality is death.
Work without Hope
BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
Lines Composed 21st February 1825
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing--
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.
Son: "Dad, I have to do a special report for school. Can I ask you a question?"
Father: "Sure son. What's the question?"
Son: "What is Politics?"
Father: "Well, let's take our home for an example. I am the wage earner, so let's call me "Capitalism". your mother is the administrator of money, so we'll call her "Government". We take care of your need, so let's call you "The People". We'll call the maid "The Working Class" and your little brother, we can call "The Future". Do you understand son?
Son: "I'm not really sure, dad. I'll have to think about it."
That night awakened by his brother's crying, the boy went to see what was wrong. Discovering that the baby had seriously soiled his diaper, the boy went to his parents' room and found his mother sound asleep. He went to the maid's room, where, peeking through the keyhole, he saw his father in bed with the maid. The boy's knocking went totally unheeded by his father and the maid, so the boy returned to his room and went back to sleep. The next morning he reported to his father.
Son: "Dad, now I think i understand what politics is."
Father: "Good son! Can you explain it to me in your own words?"
Son: "Well Dad, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, Government is sound asleep, the People are being completely ignored and the Future is full of shit."