Saturday, November 24, 2012
Where the handouts grow on bushes.
And you sleep out every night.
And you sleep out every night.
— Harry McClintock, “In the Big Rock Candy Mountains”
Friday, November 23, 2012
A room is not an incubator to be sterilized of all foreign germs. The forms of life, past and present, shall be given an opportunity to interact.
— Siegfried Giedion, Mechanization Takes Command
Thursday, November 22, 2012
How strange to think of India!
Wealth is nothing but lack of people.
Wealth is nothing but lack of people.
— Robert Bly, “Sunday in Glastonbury"
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
I’m talking about taking it out and chopping it up.
— Royal Tenenbaum, The Royal Tenenbaums
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
In 1965 Le Corbusier drowned swimming in the sea.
— Adolfo Natalini, “How Great Architecture Was In 1966”
Monday, November 19, 2012
Edgar Degas purchased once
A fine El Greco, which he kept
Against the wall beside his bed
To hang his pants on while he slept.
A fine El Greco, which he kept
Against the wall beside his bed
To hang his pants on while he slept.
— Richard Wilbur, “Museum Piece”
Sunday, November 18, 2012
I listen to my words, but they fall far below.
— Cat Stevens, “The Wind”
Saturday, November 17, 2012
I do not know. Possibly in the belief it’d make him more dead.
— Rooster Cogburn, True Grit
Friday, November 16, 2012
Grounds & Buildings
Always Constructive
Always Constructive
— Hat
Thursday, November 15, 2012
A rational extension of the old religious systems, of old tales, and above all of psychoanalysis, into architectural expression becomes more an more urgent as all the reasons for becoming impassioned disappear.
— Gilles Ivain, “Formulary for a New Urbanism”
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Like many magical people, they have nephews.
— P. Adam Sitney
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
The poison affects us all. No one escapes. Therefore let us be happy while we are happy. Let us be kind, generous, affectionate and good. It is necessary and not at all shameful to take pleasure in the little world.
— Gustav Adolf Ekdahl, Fanny and Alexander
Monday, November 12, 2012
A jelly mould for the Unité.
— Colin Rowe & Fred Koetter, Collage City
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle?
— Mr. Fox, Fantastic Mr. Fox
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
— Sweet Brown, “Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That (Autotune Remix)”
Friday, November 9, 2012
Wherever the building takes us.
— Kristin Cotter
Thursday, November 8, 2012
They are meaningless unless you measure them.
— Michael Gordin
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
This life is real. This is the real thing. And if you can stay light and stay loose and stay relaxed, you can play at the very highest level as a baseball player or as a human being. I wish us all the luck in the world.
— Bill Murray, Hall of Fame Speech for the Sally League
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
You have to learn to act without certainty, without, you know, in a sense, the metaphysical conviction that you speak the truth. You have to learn to act nevertheless in the name of something.
— Reinhold Martin, “What Good Can Architecture Do?” a conversation with Jeff Kipnis
Monday, November 5, 2012
The more we read, the less we see.
— Herbert Bayer, “On Typography”