Seattle-primarily based structure and design magazine ARCADE capabilities the layout-led transformation of Auckland’s public areas in its cutting-edge difficulty.
“A City of Love: Auckland’s Visions of a Public Realm” describes
Tāmaki Makaurau is “an exemplary with instructions to share” and praises Auckland’s “comprehensive, included, and visionary” method to growing a metropolis that people can love.
Read the total ARCADE magazine function “A City to Love: Auckland’s Visions of a Public Realm.” What other towns can analyze from Auckland Like other cities around the arena, Auckland is experiencing a rapid boom inflicting strain on transportation, housing, public services, and liveability.
This is a love tale – a tale about a metropolis and region remaking itself to be a place that its residents will love, a story about a speaking between a municipality and the folks that live there.
Auckland’s design-led planning method and our focus on creating a metropolis that humans can love have been singled out using the file’s authors as classes for different towns. In addition, Auckland’s integrated transportation community, the revitalization of the Wynyard Quarter, and our shared areas and laneways were highlighted as examples of a way to create a colorful and resilient city.
In the Red Engine Press January 2006 newsletter, “Yarn Spinners and Wordweavers,” Carolyn Howard-Johnson, author of Tracings, writes:
“Auden thought the purpose of poetry is to disenchant. That, my reader, may be why I am not much for rhyme or pretty, though I do like food images, especially sweets. I prefer melancholy and reflective; if a song is sung, let it discord to keep the reader alert and make him reconsider. Nursery rhymes are for nurseries and sunsets to be viewed firsthand from a bluff, preferably while holding hands with someone handsome. The tendons of the best poetry are politics, introspection, and the abominable snowmen among us tempered–occasionally–by a look back at where we’ve been. Oh, and irony. That’s better than tiramisu and latté for keeping people talking late into the night.”
In the preface to One Hundred and One Famous Poems, published in 1929, editor Roy W. Cook discusses the great need for poetry in the modern industrial age.
While the modern age, with podcasting and blogs, has made poetry more accessible, poetry is also considered frivolous and not lucrative. It’s a shame because Carolyn Howard-Johnson’s poetry can create an air raid sound still and calm. She can let us stand beside an uncle who smells Barbasol and is on his way to war. The subtle message is clear: Stop. Pay attention.
Listen to a synonym for the word featured and another word for the physical feature verb synonym. Most of us wrote poetry in high school, including protests against parents, petitions to teenage crushes, or the usual “my life stinks, what’s the meaning of it all” poems. As adults, we may dribble our wine-and-cappuccino-soaked angst onto the page. Poetry often can’t be beaten as private therapy, and it helped poet Dessa Byrd Reed heal after a car accident. But Reed turned her recovery writings into a passion for poetry that took her to China recently.
Poetry is relevant in today’s text-messaging high-tech world, as evidenced by all the poetry Web sites. It speaks of love, as in Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s sonnets. It relates to eternal epic truths, as in John Milton’s Paradise Lost. It captures the cry of a generation, as in Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl.” It reflects, as in Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass. It makes a cinematic statement about freedom behind bars, as in the movie “Slam.” It speaks of the Divine, as in the poetry of Thich Nhat Hanh. I agree with Carolyn Howard-Johnson that poetry moves us–or it must if we want to move others. Howard-Johnson’s poetry moved Compulsive Reader editor Magdalena Ball to name Tracings to The Compulsive Reader’s list of “Top Ten Reads of 2005.”
Howard-Johnson pokes fun at portraits of poets in poetry magazines but loves poetry:
“So long before you took up a pen and wrote pictures, you imagined them in liquid blue, the stories of others, your own.”
It’s easy to get caught up in our stories without understanding them. Howard-Johnson peppers her poetry with images of travel, not just global but time travel. She remarks in “Poetry, Quantum Mechanics, and Other Trifles” that her critique group warns her she complicates her poems with too many layers:
“my ingredients, they say, are concealed
behind an opaque pottery bowl;
their matrices misunderstood.
Children we are. No one tells
us the truth of such a grand
The poet Rainer Maria Rilke pointed out the truths of existence in Sonnets to Orpheus, showing us that a young ballet dancer, dead, is not forever gone but is not visible to us. That’s “the truth of such a grand/dessert.” That’s what poetry is about–revealing, evoking, describing, and thought-provoking. Poetry connects the past with the present and future. Howard-Johnson can visit the historic war museum in Oslo and reflect on war as it affected the world:
“Norway’s fjords shed salty international droplets featured on
faces like my father’s magazineRound faces. Eyes dilute-blue
like the pale skies above them. Men who fought as Churchill’s voice crackled through smuggled vacuum
Howard-Johnson considers war as it now affects her family:
“Only days before I reached this spur, I saw my grandson off to war alone.
A sacrifice. A trade. For my father, who never marched.”
We feel the sense of place in poetry, but the site is fluid, as in Howard-Johnson’s work–a flight from LAX to Salt Lake City can take her through her childhood home where her mother washed a slip every night. The unities of time and place in good drama or a short story can be tweaked in poetry. However, the poet, like a painter, often wants to concentrate on one time, place, or concept. Good poetry can tell a story or capture a mood both ways.
Dr. James Ragan, the director of the University of Southern California Master of Professional Writing Program, where I graduated in 1999, says in an interview quoted on the Master of Professional Writing website:
“You want to challenge yourself. Ask yourself, will my time here have the meaning I need for it to have? Poetry has given me that meaning. But then I had to write on the level that allowed me to cross borders and time, and that’s the challenge of creation.”
Ragan, like Howard-Johnson, strives for universal themes. The personal and the universal are not mutually exclusive. A poem may be peppered with personal details but may capture a common history (World War II), the need for tolerance (a favorite theme in Howard Johnsen’s work), aging, the fear that a poet has started too late in life, which Howard-Johnson captures in “A Reel Left Running”:
“Now age obscures images, pulled taffy,
whisked meringue, they melt, struggle to be named.
So much there is to say, your craft left idle for years,
tools lay fallow, and now, now there is so little time.”