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Ode to Victor Gruen, Shopping Mall Maven

A story shining from every window
no third wall separating the store
from the shopper, the poem from the poet
shape, light, and color 
those were his stock in trade
a socialist and Jewish refugee
escape artist from Nazi Germany 
who left the theater to build a world
of visual surprise  
artificial lights
fancy facades
rose gardens
lured people away 
from the Depression
with windows 
in fluorescent living color

worked out his own private beef 
no more smoke stacks 
telephone poles 
clanging power lines
strip-malls
created by a country
that didn’t know what it was doing
replaced snake oil
with glass transparency
air conditioning ducts
parking spaces ten feet wide
no difference between the sidewalk 
and the interior 

everything was coming up nylon stockings 
shopping was the architecture 
of the 20th century
as big as Gothic cathedrals
or Parisian boulevards 
a nation
that drove automobiles everywhere
he rescued suburbanites
from their picket-faced isolation
wanted to create a public space 
that offered classes, day care, 
entertainment, theater, concerts
a place to camp out with the family
just like his boyhood days in Vienna
a new Strasse of the retail world

Developers, promotors 
amd entrepreneurs took over
the malling of America
fell in on itself
gone to graffiti
and graveyards
and big boxes
and police stations

and you, Victor, man of the hour
pushed to the land-wasting seas of parking lots
wrote your own character 
in a science-fiction novel
explained to aliens how America
was a clip joint convincing people
to buy everything
they didn’t need.

what survives is brick and mortar
like a house built
by the little piggies
and its Internet twin
electronic and algorithmic
keeping the beat
in a tail-chasing frenzy
stay away
from the wolf.

Holding on to the Fringes of Love

Links to my work

Review of my poetry collection “Two Places” 

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