VISIONS OF MULTI-STORIED CITIES By Trev Teasdel (WRITTEN JUNE 1970)
Multi-storied cities growing to the sun
Multi-storied people in abundance
Consuming congested oxygen through a piping system
Designed by the electronic architect.
A computer for the Queen is launching a porcelain replica
Of the earth to cater for the anticipated increase in population, said likely to
Double present numbers very shortly.
The Pope, now ruler of the earth, still forbids the use of contraceptives.
New born babies are fitted with synthetic digestive systems, designed to digest
Human excreta as food is very scarce.
There’s so many people, that they are all contained in blocks, standing on each other’s shoulders
Every necessity comes via a pipe or complex pulley system.
Periscopes are fitted for the aristocracy.
Between each bank of towns is a small reservation for controlled exercise and breeding purposes.
A special mansion is allocated for the appointed maintainers of the cities and the robots fold up into a draw. Boredom is their plight and schizophrenia breeds like flies. Computerised music harmonises their idle thoughts. All music must be computerised and the musician’s union has been dissolved. Creativity is dead.
Visions of Coventry's City Centre Check out this site for further interesting Visions of the rebuilding of Coventry.
SKYMEN by Trev Teasdel July 1970
Published in Hobo Issue No 4
Skymen must look to
To a colourful firmament
Red
Green
Brown
Yellow
of fields
And forests….
And the cities (multi-storied)
H
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G like clouds;
Like fluorescent
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fittings
THOUGHT FOR THE MONTH – AN ALLEGORY
From HOBO No 2 August 1973 - Comment on the Scene!
There was a community of Greenflies and all the Greenflies were bored and each greenfly told the other how culturally apathetic their community was. “Nobody ever does anything ‘ere’” they were heard to say. One or two greenflies noticed that all the greenflies were saying the same thing as if it was only the others that were at fault. So they decided to get up off their butts and let the other greenfly know of this situation and that no fairy
SHE TOOK A WALK IN MY EYE
Also pubished in Hobo issue No 2 - written 1968 at 17 (first poem I wrote - as opposed to songlyric!)
You came crashing through my cornea
Like a well aimed spear
You floated through my aqueous humour
With the speed of a rumour
My pupils opened wide
When you rushed in like the tide
My lenses did expand
When you showed your magic wand
But through the vitreous humour
Things must’ve got too hot
Because you played around
In my blind spot.
You forgot to look around the curve
When you landed on my optic nerve.
This poem appeared in Trev's book ESCAPED POET - Poetic Licence Collective 1984
Trev's Main Music My Space - Trev and the Collective Unconscious
Coventry Days - Trev Teasdel's bootleg album
And you wrote that in 1970, mm, well before Coventry adopted the claustrophobia as a design element.
Posted by: BroadgateGnome | 03/08/2007 at 11:18 AM