Monday, 12 December 2011
Sunday, 11 December 2011
Wednesday, 30 November 2011
The End and The Start
T.S. Eliot's poem "Four Quartets"
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration. A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England.
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration. A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England.
With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Inspiration - c o n c e p t u a l f i l m s
the power of a few white lines - i should really be getting to bed... late nights/early mornings were meant to have ceased after the completion of university... but it seems that ones brain does not stop wanting to see the outer world become more like it's inner world when it is no longer framed within a university course... a new framework it requires - reality or fiction - one must choose... constrained but transforming or freedom but an illusion?
anyway to the a n i m a t i o n...
anyway to the a n i m a t i o n...
Inspiration - a n i m a t i o n f i l m s
this film is worth watching just to laugh at the animated people and the social scenes which are depict... also don't forget the 'female apple' voice-over... classic!
Inspiration - a r c h i t e c t u r a l c o m p o n e n t
this is what has been lost with the controlling law and framework of building codes and standards... granted there must be levels of safety, but one must consider to what extent has architecture lost its ability to create when it is governed by laws which seek to enforce the norm or to create a 'standard'...
Inspiration - c o n c e p t u a l f i l m s
i must learn to take this medium of communication and use it to engulf the senses, such that paper architectural space can be experienced despite it's immateriality. Can it be architecture, if it has no material... or is there 'space' for architecture to simple exist in the minds eye... ultimately this is where all perception occurs anyone despite its 'reality' outside of ones self...
Space Animation - C h u r c h I n t e r n a l + L a b y r i n t h S p a c e
Animations of two of the internal spaces for the 'one house' project.
Church Internal Space
Labyrinth Space
Church Internal Space
Labyrinth Space
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