ARCHITECTS (AND PRIESTS)
" First they ruined all the priests," said my brother, and now ruin all the architects with rough idea of \u200b\u200btheir architecture. First studied architecture in Venice, "said my brother turned to the architect Lazzaron, then return in the province and applied the distorted idea of \u200b\u200bthe architecture you currently studying, so to say, Architecture in Venice. Studied architecture and then visit a, with your degree in Architecture, in all the crevices of the municipalities of the province, and use your degree in Architecture as a pick that will open all the doors of the authorities. Nobody, he said, has many responsibilities that architects use and the infamous massacre that is done, you are doing and will do our territory. The surveyors may have many responsibilities, but never so many responsibilities that architects. The most dangerous, however, said my brother, are surveyors who take a degree in Architecture. Worse than an architect can only be a surveyor who took his degree in architecture, this no rain ...
course you, you dear architect, certainly do not think in those terms, maybe you do not think at all. For that you understand everything. There is nothing to understand, nothing to think, only to be built. This is your beautiful land management: building since that the territory does not end, until there is more space. Then, when the territory is over surrenders to politics, that both, there is more purpose to do it because there's nothing to build ... Your rationalism is but a sloppy pseudorationalism provincial, and your post-modern postmodern appastellato a province, and ultimately the whole architecture of Vicenza is nothing but a depressing architecture of the province, who has lost his way even the slightest decoration of the facade. We are surrounded by Creamy-colored houses, condominiums peanut color from pale yellow and brownish residence. Never yellow, yellow-no. Ever green, light green. Never celestial Celestine. Never a house, always just houses. A piece of Le Corbusier's here, a shovelful of shoe there. A trowel Lloyd Wright on the right and left of Loos. Walking for any industrial or residential areas of these craft, it means slipping into a dustbin urban and architectural scale of one to one. Hysteria urban architecture, a deafening cacophony that cement and unbalance us as soon as they stepped out of the house .
" First they ruined all the priests," said my brother, and now ruin all the architects with rough idea of \u200b\u200btheir architecture. First studied architecture in Venice, "said my brother turned to the architect Lazzaron, then return in the province and applied the distorted idea of \u200b\u200bthe architecture you currently studying, so to say, Architecture in Venice. Studied architecture and then visit a, with your degree in Architecture, in all the crevices of the municipalities of the province, and use your degree in Architecture as a pick that will open all the doors of the authorities. Nobody, he said, has many responsibilities that architects use and the infamous massacre that is done, you are doing and will do our territory. The surveyors may have many responsibilities, but never so many responsibilities that architects. The most dangerous, however, said my brother, are surveyors who take a degree in Architecture. Worse than an architect can only be a surveyor who took his degree in architecture, this no rain ...
course you, you dear architect, certainly do not think in those terms, maybe you do not think at all. For that you understand everything. There is nothing to understand, nothing to think, only to be built. This is your beautiful land management: building since that the territory does not end, until there is more space. Then, when the territory is over surrenders to politics, that both, there is more purpose to do it because there's nothing to build ... Your rationalism is but a sloppy pseudorationalism provincial, and your post-modern postmodern appastellato a province, and ultimately the whole architecture of Vicenza is nothing but a depressing architecture of the province, who has lost his way even the slightest decoration of the facade. We are surrounded by Creamy-colored houses, condominiums peanut color from pale yellow and brownish residence. Never yellow, yellow-no. Ever green, light green. Never celestial Celestine. Never a house, always just houses. A piece of Le Corbusier's here, a shovelful of shoe there. A trowel Lloyd Wright on the right and left of Loos. Walking for any industrial or residential areas of these craft, it means slipping into a dustbin urban and architectural scale of one to one. Hysteria urban architecture, a deafening cacophony that cement and unbalance us as soon as they stepped out of the house .
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