TWELVE

A Collection of Twelve Poems
by Poet Carl Watts & Frank Cunha III

Twelve: Ghost Ships in the Night
by Frank Cunha III

Eleven: The Black Leaf
by Frank Cunha III

Ten: Night’s Illusion
by Poet Carl Watts

Nine: Looking Back
by Poet Carl Watts

Eight: Sunset
by Frank Cunha III 

Seven: Standing Still
by Poet Carl Watts

Six: White Space, Female Nude
by Poet Carl Watts

Five: The Letter
by Frank Cunha III 



Four: The Arrival
by Frank Cunha III 

Three: Waiting for the Rain
by Poet Carl Watts

Two: Hot Desiree
by Poet Carl Watts

One: Looking at Life Behind the Eye of the Universe
by Poet Carl Watts

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Frank Cunha III 
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Sun Shade

I love taking photos at my parent’s place in Union. My mother is always embellishing the trellis in the backyard.  For example– Adding a canopy  and now this sun shade to protect us from the resting sun from the West when we are eating our dinner after going for cool summer swims.

Some More Trees – Photographic Art

 


Order, Formulas, and Rules

by Frank Cunha III

It seems like when you finally get it right in Architecture, Art, Music, Fashion, etc, you become a “sellout.”  So what is Right? How can we get it right? Will anyone know the difference?  In the music industry, record companies spend millions studying what kind of music we enjoy.  Recently I heard that they have developed a formula for what makes great music whether we consciously agree or not (they call it “musically satisfying”).  Is it any wonder we get those cheesy songs stuck in our head?  This comes as no surprise in a technologically advanced and transformative world.  Could the same be true for Architecture (Architecturally satisfying)?

Like many other Architects, I subscribe to hard copies and digital copies of various Art & Architecture magazines.  It’s fun to see all the new and exciting international projects that have been commissioned.  It’s also frustrating to see that many of the projects follow some sort of formula – It is easy/difficult to put a finger on it but given an opportunity – Budget, Client, Program, couldn’t we too fudge, I mean design something similar?  I remember an old college professor telling us how in his day he had to study / copy the Masters of his day for Architecture School.

I am pretty sure I did not miss class the day they taught the secret formula to creating great Architecture – Which leads me to ask, What is great?  I mean, we all have our opinions on the Masters of our day – Good or Bad.  What I mean to ask is something that delves deeper.  Besides the ability to obtain intellectual clients with extremely high budgets looking for “meaningful” design, how do these high profile Architects / Architecture firms land these clients?  Once they figure out this formula is it a matter of fine-tuning it and repeating it?

Although Architecture is filled with Order & Rules (figuratively and literally) should there be a Formula to producing great works of Architecture?

I would think that a world without figurative Order & Rules of today’s contemporary Architecture (that results in the “Same” different Architecture, the same way someone dyes their hair pink or blue to be different, to be like their friends) would result in a more meaningful, natural world of Architecture filled with unique projects emulating real emotion and artfulness.  When Architecture (or Music for that matter) begins to repeat these figurative patterns it also eliminates the artfulness of the unknown. The mystery of Architecture is not in the mathematics or science of Architecture but in it’s naïve soulfulness.  That is where I believe the true spirit of Architecture resides.


Three: Waiting for the Rain

Waiting for the Rain

It was a cold November day in New Jersey
Ana Belle was waiting on the rain
Not a cloud in the sky
Had she been in California,
no one would have blinked an eye.

But New Jersey,
What was she thinking
Waiting on the rain
Clearly visible against blue sky
The crowd begins to form

Excitement was growing
They thought she was going,
That she was going to die
But with a blink of the eye
She gave a pretty wave

Her smile lit up the sky
Even far below, all could see
The lady just enjoyed being free
And Free she was for all to see
A charming sight to break the calm

For Ana Belle, it was just another day
A day of freedom against an open sky
Waiting for the rain on a perfectly clear day
Asked about it, she replied “What can I say?
I’m as free as I can create.” It started to rain.

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Artwork: Frank Cunha III | Poetry: Carl Watts 
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