Andrea Gibbons 3 Comments This has been my favourite of all of the works that poured from the pens of lettrists and situationists and all the -ists of the place and period. Nice to see Mike Davis there in the acknowledgments as well, for his inspiration and encouragement of the project. I love the opening: We are bored in the city, there is no longer any temple of the sun. I think of Aragon and Breton , all that is missing from their work, I somehow love this first sentence. It gets better from there: All cities are geological and three steps cannot be taken without encountering ghosts, bearing all the prestige of their legends.
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Andrea Gibbons 3 Comments This has been my favourite of all of the works that poured from the pens of lettrists and situationists and all the -ists of the place and period. Nice to see Mike Davis there in the acknowledgments as well, for his inspiration and encouragement of the project. I love the opening: We are bored in the city, there is no longer any temple of the sun. I think of Aragon and Breton , all that is missing from their work, I somehow love this first sentence.
It gets better from there: All cities are geological and three steps cannot be taken without encountering ghosts, bearing all the prestige of their legends. We maneuver within a closed landscape whose landmarks constantly draw us toward the past. Certain shifting angles, certain receding perspectives allow us to glimpse original conceptions of space, but this vision remains fragmentary.
It must be sought in the magical locales of folkloric tales and surrealist writings: castles, endless walls, little forgotten bars, Mammoth Cave, mirrors of Casinos. Realised much of what I seek in my rambles through the city are indeed the original conceptions of space though more than that, how they lead you to a taste the original experiences, because how else can you feel the weight of past lives lived in dialectical relation to such spaces? Then on to architecture and all it can be, all it can do: Architecture is the simplest means to articulate time and space, to modulate reality, to engender dreams.
It is not only a matter of plastic articulation and modulation—expression of an ephemeral beauty—but of a modulation producing influences, in accordance with the eternal spectrum of human desires and progress in the realization of those desires. Still, he is delightfully inventive: The ideal city would be built in quarters — the Bizarre Querter, Happy Quarter, Noble and Tragic Quarter, and perhaps also a Death Quarter, not for dying in but in which to live in peace, and here I think of Mexico and a principle of innocent cruelty that becomes dearer to me each day.
The changing landscape from one hour to the next will result in complete disorientation. I much prefer it to Debord, but Chtcheglov was removed from these intellectual debates through institutionalisation, which breaks my heart a little.
Iron infected our blood. The complete renunciation of what one might now call middle-class life cut them off from vital resources. The toll of mental illness and the lack of sympathy and understanding perhaps, alongside the toll of intellectual inquiry and the struggle for change. For more on the situationists….
The Manifesto for a New Urbanism That Came Before 'New Urbanism'
It is easy to imagine the fantastic future possibilities of such architecture and its influence on the masses. We can have nothing but contempt for a century that relegates such blueprints to its so-called museums. This new vision of time and space, which will be the theoretical basis of future constructions, is still imprecise and will remain so until experimentation with patterns of behavior has taken place in cities specifically established for this purpose, cities assembling — in addition to the facilities necessary for basic comfort and security — buildings charged with evocative power, symbolic edifices representing desires, forces and events, past, present and to come. A rational extension of the old religious systems, of old tales, and above all of psychoanalysis, into architectural expression becomes more and more urgent as all the reasons for becoming impassioned disappear. This city could be envisaged in the form of an arbitrary assemblage of castles, grottos, lakes, etc.
1.9 Formulary for a New Urbanism
And the police station on Rendezvous Street . The medico-surgical clinic and the free employment agency on the Quay of Goldsmiths . The artificial flowers on Sun Street . The Hotel of the Epoch.
Formulary for a New Urbanism
The Tower of Nesle: The sinister Tower profiles its imposing mass against the somber, dark-clouded sky. The Seine laps softly. A boat approaches. Two assassins await their victim.