With this, the second offering in verse from a source from whom we've gotten oh-so-much more, we crown him: The Poet Laureate of Gutterland! He killed Frank in Brooklyn. With words! Now it's time to rock The Pit.

To A Memorialist on the Occasion of His Recent Appearances in the Press

Since Corb this crowded isle did leave in pique
At having lost the U.N. to the hacks,
It’s been the common line that work unique
Is here treated as the neck is by the axe:

That bureaucrats and those who count the beans,
Goliaths like the giant David Childs,
Politicoes who only weigh the means
And philistines immune to arty wiles

Together Architecture's course conspire
to altereth and overscrew despite
Their previous demands that It inspire
transcend and end familiar gloom and spite.

However in the case of young Arad,
Let’s face it dude, your whole parti was bad.

· On the Gehry Front in Brooklyn: Ceci Tuera Cela [The Gutter]
· What's the Matter with Michael Arad? [The Gutter]

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