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Levittown!


It doesn’t matter which one but it was the original.


Driveways, a garages, and a simple space of green ... called a lawn space.


The entire development was built by veterans and unemployed 4f’ers.

The money was flowing and “IKE” was dictating a solid upgrade of an amazing complex of might and fear.


The entire world was in recovery but we had an edge.


They needed “us”.


So begins a story that will never be explained.


Wars have been fought and landsconcurred.


This one was special.


There were no spoils to speak of ...



All was left without.


The economy of every country completely eliminated.


Money was valued by the ability to resolve itself.


For a time government subsidizes manage to keep everything stable.


Then a major calamity ensued.



Mentally of fear and impending danger.


The markets adjusted the price of everything.


But gas was kept extremely low, at least in the states.




One retiring politician worried about a growing military complex.


That was before the change!


My mother explained thousands of times how we saved the world.


Stone walls falling to the streets below.


Milk found without a question.


Eggs to eat at sunrise.


I’m not saying it was wrong or punishing.


It was simply life as we knew it.


I learned to identify a Chinook helicopter.


And many planes as they flew over.


Simple ones like a 707 or 727 or a 747.


But others ...


105’s or 4’s ... Hornet’s or F-111’s.


People still joke about it, when I say.


I have a thing about planes ...

Not horses


It’s the thrill of nothingness.


A burning in my head.


Above and yet grounded


Away from everything.


What do you see?


An open field with uncertainty.


I believed her at first ...

So delightfully pleasant.
 
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My interpretation here is that Siss has used the famous post-WWII Levittown development as a metaphor for all that has happened since and all that we have become today. The wording is at times ominous and dark, as in the parallel reference to the development of a military industrial complex, and in the insertion of notes of disillusionment and warning (an open field with uncertainty), (the thrill of nothingness), (all was left without).

Typically abstract in her special style,
Siss provides us here with much to think about, especially given the profound moral and political sense of unease we all feel these days in a world that seems to be going mad!
 
Levittown!


It doesn’t matter which one but it was the original.


Driveways, a garages, and a simple space of green ... called a lawn space.


The entire development was built by veterans and unemployed 4f’ers.

The money was flowing and “IKE” was dictating a solid upgrade of an amazing complex of might and fear.


The entire world was in recovery but we had an edge.


They needed “us”.


So begins a story that will never be explained.


Wars have been fought and landsconcurred.


This one was special.


There were no spoils to speak of ...



All was left without.


The economy of every country completely eliminated.


Money was valued by the ability to resolve itself.


For a time government subsidizes manage to keep everything stable.


Then a major calamity ensued.



Mentally of fear and impending danger.


The markets adjusted the price of everything.


But gas was kept extremely low, at least in the states.




One retiring politician worried about a growing military complex.


That was before the change!


My mother explained thousands of times how we saved the world.


Stone walls falling to the streets below.


Milk found without a question.


Eggs to eat at sunrise.


I’m not saying it was wrong or punishing.


It was simply life as we knew it.


I learned to identify a Chinook helicopter.


And many planes as they flew over.


Simple ones like a 707 or 727 or a 747.


But others ...


105’s or 4’s ... Hornet’s or F-111’s.


People still joke about it, when I say.


I have a thing about planes ...

Not horses


It’s the thrill of nothingness.


A burning in my head.


Above and yet grounded


Away from everything.


What do you see?


An open field with uncertainty.


I believed her at first ...

So delightfully pleasant.
There is a 'Levittown' in many Midwestern industrial cities and suburbs. Not far from the Tree house near the site of the defunct Chrysler assembly plant is a subdivision of small homes, built as cheaply as possible, that line streets named after long forgotten Chrysler cars' name plates (it wasn't built by Chrysler). Today the 1000 sq. foot homes cannot be given away as development both up and down stream have pinched the Merrimac River and 2/3 the houses flood rather regularly...
 
There is a 'Levittown' in many Midwestern industrial cities and suburbs. Not far from the Tree house near the site of the defunct Chrysler assembly plant is a subdivision of small homes, built as cheaply as possible, that line streets named after long forgotten Chrysler cars' name plates (it wasn't built by Chrysler). Today the 1000 sq. foot homes cannot be given away as development both up and down stream have pinched the Merrimac River and 2/3 the houses flood rather regularly...

Plywood and what they called "Plasterboard " then ... ticky tacky and affordable, "Leave it to Beaver" housing. The creation of red zones and Urban exodus!

It ended with no more free coffee mugs or free tumblers.

Just lines and lines of cars on alternate days.


And so it goes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


:D
 
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