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UTILIZATION  Formal and technical functionalism, as a method of work and analysis in architecture, does not exclude the possibility for harmonious interaction of principles of form and content… Constructivism does not renounce the critical use of experience: it does not try to solve individual aspects of any given problem in isolation, but aims for the very best utilization of all possibilities, from the formal and compositional fields as well as the technological ....SEE MORE…

UTILIZATION Formal and technical functionalism, as a method of work and analysis in architecture, does not exclude the possibility for harmonious interaction of principles of form and content… Constructivism does not renounce the critical use of experience: it does not try to solve individual aspects of any given problem in isolation, but aims for the very best utilization of all possibilities, from the formal and compositional fields as well as the technological ....SEE MORE…

ALL THINGS ROTATE Whether the years of your lives are 3,000 or ten times 3,000, remember that no one loses a life other than the one he lives now, nor lives life other than the one he loses. The longest and shortest terms are thereafter the same. The present belongs to everyone. To die is to lose the present, which is only the briefest instant.... text: J.L. Borges - image: Chateau de la Rochefoucauld SEE MORE www.p-851.com

ALL THINGS ROTATE Whether the years of your lives are 3,000 or ten times 3,000, remember that no one loses a life other than the one he lives now, nor lives life other than the one he loses. The longest and shortest terms are thereafter the same. The present belongs to everyone. To die is to lose the present, which is only the briefest instant.... text: J.L. Borges - image: Chateau de la Rochefoucauld SEE MORE www.p-851.com

ABANDONED  There is a strange melancholy in an abandoned home or a demolished apartment house, a melancholy that reveals the traces and scars of intimate lives to the public gaze. The tenderness of the experience results from the fact that we do not imagine the absent house, but instead the home, life, and faith of its inhabitants.​  ​  Text: Encounters by Juhani Pallasmaa.  Image: Lost Places by Sven Fennema    SEE MORE http://ow.ly/iDaJQ

ABANDONED There is a strange melancholy in an abandoned home or a demolished apartment house, a melancholy that reveals the traces and scars of intimate lives to the public gaze. The tenderness of the experience results from the fact that we do not imagine the absent house, but instead the home, life, and faith of its inhabitants.​ ​ Text: Encounters by Juhani Pallasmaa. Image: Lost Places by Sven Fennema SEE MORE http://ow.ly/iDaJQ

A STRANGE PLACE -I’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I’ve come to a place I never thought I’d have to come to. And I don’t know how I got here. It’s a strange place. It’s a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.................  text: Raymond Carver - photograph: Jan Kempenaers. Spomenik..SEE MORE http://p-851.tumblr.com/

A STRANGE PLACE -I’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I’ve come to a place I never thought I’d have to come to. And I don’t know how I got here. It’s a strange place. It’s a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation................. text: Raymond Carver - photograph: Jan Kempenaers. Spomenik..SEE MORE http://p-851.tumblr.com/

DARK WATER- There is a dark resource within all of us, a reservoir of hurt and pain and anger upon which we can draw when the need arises. Most of us rarely, if ever, have to delve too deeply into it. That is as it should be, because dipping into it costs and you lose a little of yourself each time, a small part of all that is good and honorable and decent about you. Each time you use it you have to go a little deeper, a little further down into the blackness. SEE MORE http://ow.ly/iDaJQ

DARK WATER- There is a dark resource within all of us, a reservoir of hurt and pain and anger upon which we can draw when the need arises. Most of us rarely, if ever, have to delve too deeply into it. That is as it should be, because dipping into it costs and you lose a little of yourself each time, a small part of all that is good and honorable and decent about you. Each time you use it you have to go a little deeper, a little further down into the blackness. SEE MORE http://ow.ly/iDaJQ

CONCEALMENT -Anyone fully able to grasp why Haydn doubles the violins with a flute in piano might well get an intuitive glimpse into why, thousands of years ago, men gave up eating uncooked grain and began to bake bread, or why they started to smooth and polish their tools. All trace of its own production should ideally disappear from the object of consumption. It should look though it had never been made, so as not to reveal that the one who sells it ... SEE MORE http://ow.ly/iDaJQ

CONCEALMENT -Anyone fully able to grasp why Haydn doubles the violins with a flute in piano might well get an intuitive glimpse into why, thousands of years ago, men gave up eating uncooked grain and began to bake bread, or why they started to smooth and polish their tools. All trace of its own production should ideally disappear from the object of consumption. It should look though it had never been made, so as not to reveal that the one who sells it ... SEE MORE http://ow.ly/iDaJQ

THE LIBRARY -The methodical task of writing distracts me from the present state of men. The certitude that everything has been written negates us or turns us into phantoms. I know of districts in which the young men prostrate themselves before books and kiss their pages in a barbarous manner, but they do not know how to decipher a single letter. Epidemics, heretical conflicts, peregrinations which inevitably degenerate into banditry, have decimated the population.....SEE MORE…

THE LIBRARY -The methodical task of writing distracts me from the present state of men. The certitude that everything has been written negates us or turns us into phantoms. I know of districts in which the young men prostrate themselves before books and kiss their pages in a barbarous manner, but they do not know how to decipher a single letter. Epidemics, heretical conflicts, peregrinations which inevitably degenerate into banditry, have decimated the population.....SEE MORE…

BIOLOGICAL APPARATUS -Building is a biological process. Building is not only a piece of machinery for living in but also a biological apparatus serving the needs of a body and mind.....SEE MORE http://ow.ly/iDaJQ

BIOLOGICAL APPARATUS -Building is a biological process. Building is not only a piece of machinery for living in but also a biological apparatus serving the needs of a body and mind.....SEE MORE http://ow.ly/iDaJQ

THE EDGE -The great tapestries of trees had darkened to ghosts back at the last edge of twilight. The early moon had drenched the arches with pale blue, and, weaving over the night, in and out of the gossamer rifts of moon, swept a song, a song with more than a hint of sadness, infinitely transient, infinitely regretful. ~ text: F. Scott Fitzgerald, This side of paradise.....SEE MORE http://ow.ly/iDaJQ

THE EDGE -The great tapestries of trees had darkened to ghosts back at the last edge of twilight. The early moon had drenched the arches with pale blue, and, weaving over the night, in and out of the gossamer rifts of moon, swept a song, a song with more than a hint of sadness, infinitely transient, infinitely regretful. ~ text: F. Scott Fitzgerald, This side of paradise.....SEE MORE http://ow.ly/iDaJQ

TRILLS OF LAUGHTER -The room next door was almost pitch-dark…The shutters had been closed. Through the double curtains made of thin material, I could see the window striped with dazzling bars, like the grill of a brazier. In the torrid silence of the house, in its vast enclosed slumber, trills of laughter rose vainly into the air; voices trailed away, as they done the day before, as they had always done. From the distant tumult there emerged the precious sound of..... SEE MORE…

TRILLS OF LAUGHTER -The room next door was almost pitch-dark…The shutters had been closed. Through the double curtains made of thin material, I could see the window striped with dazzling bars, like the grill of a brazier. In the torrid silence of the house, in its vast enclosed slumber, trills of laughter rose vainly into the air; voices trailed away, as they done the day before, as they had always done. From the distant tumult there emerged the precious sound of..... SEE MORE…

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