Atlas

Omin…

Thinking of Raimund Abraham
cuts in to the Earth and
pure tethered risings.

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Below is text from Anthony Vidler reflecting upon Cooper in 09-10.

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“I first met Raimund in 1967, at which moment he revealed to me that we had emigrated to the States together, when he noticed (as he recounted to me later) that in front of him in the Customs shed was a young Englishman with long hair unpacking the Corbusier Oeuvre Complète for inspection. When asked what books were in his bag by the same customs inspector who had realized that two architects were coming through, Raimund said in true contrariwise manner, “I have Proust.” Raimund and I have been arguing about this non difference ever since. Raimund was one of the most influential teachers at Cooper for over thirty years. In his teaching at all levels he insisted on an ethical allegiance to the true nature of architecture and the role of authentic form in society. His First Year Architectonics course was perhaps the best ever to succeed that of the Bauhaus version.” 

Allen

Goodbye Mr. February.
as tender as ever
swept with warm rain
love from your Allen

Pewter, Golden, Stone

Architecture is nearly godless
Today what do we celebrate?
The self it seems
John Hejduk was a rare type
A mythical figure who 
Wore spirit like winter clothing
Keeping the body warm
In seasons unfavourable
Hejduk’s angels were buildings
Spirits animals and shapes
Geometry will never outpace angels

Looking at the Earth, the water and land, some clouds, moon not far behind, we see how small this object is. There is a finitude to our resources that is not immediately apparent, yet scalable and quantifiable. 

A bird in the tree
Framed by window
Behind porcelain cat
On the sill above towels
What else can I describe
That outpaces ornament
As the Earthling’s charm? 

If I die before humankind
Moves stars in to one grand Fibonacci Sequence
Uplift my corpse from Earth’s soiled ground
And launch normal to surface
And watch from some remote screen
And speak not of energy gone to waste
But of the approach to infinity
My body may reach in time

“There was no space, but ideas of space flowered in the touch of blossoms. Emergence of dream that rattle with creation. Curious, the metaphor began. There was no knowing. No not knowing….. God is the name of the unity of the breathing of the process of being. Time began as a system of correlating events that are all eternal. Life began as a means of meeting the challenge of every….. Love began as wires touch in the month of May. Planets began to accomodate life systems of the different graves. Joy is endless. Joy is the formless of the glory of the eternal present." 
-Roberts Blossom 

warmest ever felt
g-d-g-d-g-d-g-d
walking uphill
l-r-l-r-l-r-l-r
winter inverse
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I am not interested in an urban architecture or a rural vernacular;
and now it dawns upon me that hybrids are a confusion of sources;
therefore, my search is for an architecture that captures the infinite. 

“A fine architecture does not need to use a brand-new material, just like poetry does not need to fabricate new words.”

“Then perhaps architecture is never art, for it can never be solitary; it is made for others.”

Ruth Verde Zein - http://bombsite.com/issues/102/articles/3048 

“Beautiful is what we see. More beautiful is what we understand. Most beautiful is what we do not comprehend”
- Nicholas Steno 

(Thank you, Elaine) 

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