There is a garden in her face.
Thomas Campion
the street - jef cornelis (1972)
#CoMoBelgium
love these urban theory docs (see also the
social life of small urban spaces dir. william h whyte, and rohmer's
changing landscapes) not so keen on that era's reacting to the preceding one's modernist, capitalist alienation by invoking nostalgia for medieval panopticon-style ideals of local community, especially when, as per meades' rant above, the examples in the film seem to be primarily geographically southern models - not something necessarily appropriate for the north (at least cornelis got a holiday to italy out of it though, for 'research')
but i did appreciate the desire for the pursuit of complex ambiguity.
(and so, aptly, it ends on chambord, that most ruizian of chateaus)
A tree is a tree because it is also a large leaf.
A leaf is a leaf because it is also a small tree.
A city is a city because it is also a large house.
A house is a house because it is also a small city.
Say, tree, leaf, large leaf, small tree; Say, leaves or leaves on a tree;
Say, a few leaves still or many leaves soon;
Say, leafless tree.
Say, this tree when my child grows up and that tree when I was young.
Say, one tree, lots of trees, all sorts of trees, trees in the forest.
Say, forest (hear: dark, lost, owl's hoot, squirrel, toadstool, tiger, timber).
Say, apple tree, apples, apple pie.
Say, NUTS!
There is a kind of spatial appreciation that makes us envy birds at flight; there is also a kind that makes us recall the sheltered enclosure of our origin. Architecture will fail if it neglects either one or the other kind (providing for Caliban requires providing for Ariel also). Labyrinthian clarity sings of both.
Aldo van Eyck - Beyond Visibility
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