Pitter-patter,
on roof tops.
Rain drops,
in down pipes.Pitters of patters
slipping, falling.
Violent in motion,
rushing, gushing,
into alleyways
– be banks, on streets.Carry raindrops,
to drain pipes.
Labourious is torrent
– be rivers, like Styx.Keep tame,
my wild heart.
The memory of pitters of patters.
The violence of wild water,
when rain drops go
pitter-patter.by Hans Lee, 2019
Brain Dump
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Stories In Planning
Today when planners tell stories,
We do so remembering history.What would histories be without stories,
When words connect memories to space, and time
Embedding themselves onto space, remembering times –Like dirt tracks that become raging roads,
Like cargo wharves hosting art shows,
And acreage that become quarter acre blocks.We tell stories,
to fill the gaps in our memories
of space through time.But some histories are too young.
Some memories too short.Remembering is not possible.
So we borrow time,
Embedding our space with another story,
Living another planners history.-Hans Lee
Can planners really use stories to help us understand the city?
