Modular Man.
He took from everyone. He thieved.
He stole and made is seem as tho’
it was his own…
That Plagiarising Charleton..
This ruthless little man
exploited everyone he knew,
He used his cousin Pierre
to further his own goals.
He stole from Eileen Grey…
that Irish avant garde.
He pilfered Bernard Bijvoet’s
House of Glass…Bijvoet’s
largely unknown now
but Charles-Edouard Jeanneret
(or Le Corbusier
a name he grandly gave himself…)
Is mentioned everywhere on earth
for brutish blocks of grey cement.
and Marvel Comics for his
Modular Man.
This would be Modular of Men,
stole his ego image from Marvel
Who on the blueprint of his swagger,
imprisoned families so they
might live in the dire misery,
boxed in behind
thick concrete slabs of
unrelenting grim monotony.
He talked of sky and steel .
Of Glass Facades that soared up
from the natural world,
remote from clover bees and seas,
and deers and badgers…birds.
Remote from Nature’s great diversity
which cradles in the warmth of
Mother Earth’s all knowing breast.
But even…Le Corbusier…that Tin God King
of some heartless world,
Could not still the mournful wails
of his long suffering wife.
“All this light is killing me… it’s driving me crazy”
She lamented from her glassy tomb. This is not life.
Le Corbusier of course, would never heed his wife.
Kristine Byrne Jan. 2018