The Elephant Style versus the Bidet Style

Rational architecture was repressed aesthetics.
Shattered, the porcelain bidets, the glass tables, the nickel chairs cover
   the rude floor of reality.
The fog that is man refuses to be put in a corner.
Reason, that ugly wart, has fallen off man.
Logical non-sense has once again had to yield to illogical non-sense.
On the ruins of rational architecture, elephant-style architecture rises,
   peacock-style, bell-style, egg-style, et cetera.
The last architects are sitting on pedestals with mummy faces.
Vigorous ornamentalists benevolently feed them pills of nourishing,
   fortifying, and irrational art.
The detectives of the ornamentalists conscientiously survey the world,
   rigidly making sure that even the tiniest spot does not remain
   unpainted or unsculpted.
Even shoe soles have to be painted or sculpted.
Logical non-sense has once again had to yield to illogical non-sense.
Lightning and thunder are transformed into loud and luminous epigraphs.
The winds are colored and follow artificial and decorative currents.
The long-trunked towers with lobworm clouds on their heads stroll
   about on their clawed paws.
The bronze houses without windows or doors but with shutters ring so
   loud that the obelisks have babies.
Grass-greenhorns drift across the sky.  Horns hang from long tufts.
The immense marble breasts make their entrances through the arches of
   triumph, go up on the roller coasters, and vanish in the labyrinths.
The shapes of continents are changed into floral shapes.  Europe is
   shaped like a lily.
Wellsprings and seas are caught in enormous glass bowls and roll 
   slowly across the skillful plains of mirrors.
The mountains are turned into eggs and are hung with lustrous and
   fragrant skins.
The rubber pyramids with ivory cheeks skip rope.
Men, animals, and plants become accessories despite human intelligence
   and human spitefulness, naivete and fun triumph in the world.

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