Wednesday 16 May 2007

Hotel Architecture

Everyone knows how infatuated I am with the field of Architecture. Could talk about it, rambling nonsense about it, pulling some mumbo-jumbo words around it...gosh, Architecture IS my world and passion and interest.

Apart from doing required designs for uni and work, I will always crave for more information and diggs I could find about Architecture. What I meant here is that Architecture is just not another pretty picture in your face. It is more than that, every dots and lines dictate a story, a path that runs through the personal journey of the end-user and such.

Just like Hotel California, sung by The Eagles, I found the compelling collection of poems and other writings about Architecture in a series called 'Writing Architecture Series', considering it good because it was published by the MIT Press. Yes, MIT the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in US. Without further due, here it is:



The Copyright Dispute (to sing with the original song rhythm)


On a drab information highway, cool waves in its hair
Warm smell of architects, rising up through the air
Up ahead at the Diagonal, we saw the fragmenting lines
Our ideas grew heavy and site grew dim
We had to deconstruct the lines

There it stood in the lobby
Sounding its decision bell
Architecture thinking to itself
This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then lit up its atrium and showed us the way
Seminars down the corridors
We thought it heard them say

Welcome to The Hotel Architecture
Such a lovely place (such a lovely space)
Plenty of rooms at The Hotel Architecture
Anytime of year, you can find it here
Any point to them

Architecture's definitely twisted, knows where displacement ends
It's got lot of pretty pretty boys, that it calls friends
How it flickers in the courtyard, sweet discourse bends
Some deconstruct to remember, some deconstruct to forget

So I called up Captain Frank,
Please bring us our wine.
But Frank said, We haven't had that spirit here
Since nineteen sixty-nine
.
And still those discourses are falling, from far far away
Breaking up in the middle of the night
Just hearing themselves say

Welcome to The Hotel Architecture
Such a lovely place (such a lovely space)
Such a lovely place,
Living it up at The Hotel Architecture
What a golden prize, given to alibis

Mirrors in the ceiling, the Perrier on ice
Frank said, Architecture's full of prisoners
Left to their own device
.
And in the Legend's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
Stabbing away with their Art Pens
Just can't slay the beast

Last thing architecture dismembers,
In the shuttle to Dum Dum
Had to find its passage back
To the following Forum

Relax, said the Lightman,
Architecture's programmed a reprieve.
You can check out any time you like,
But you can never leave.



Reference

1. Connah, Roger, Welcome to The Hotel Architecture, 1998, The MIT Press, USA, p.41-43