Vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
What does man gain from all his toil,
The day stretches into years,
The hour passes by
But gain does not come easily,
Even for those who are nifty.
The eye is not satisfied with seeing,
And they aren’t going to start paying.
The lips hide their meaning,
And they are always intervening.
“Do it like the gods!” the client says,
Otherwise Gehry is just a stone throw away!
That which has been is what will be,
That which is done is what will be done.
And there is nothing new under the sun.
But here comes one who thinks his is new!
And proclaim his works on Dezeen, A+U.
Spectacular, phenomenal, and praises ensue,
And you wonder how much of it is really new.
Vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
What does man gain by all his toil,
A grade, an award, an honor, a discovery
A name, a celebration, fame and glory
But a generation comes, and a generation goes,
Whose name would last forever, I suppose?
