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Luis Barragán

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Architecture Pritzker Prize: Luis Barragán’s Acceptance Speech

It is alarming that publications devoted to architecture have banished from their pages the words Beauty, Inspiration, Magic, Spellbound, Enchantment, as well as the concepts of Serenity, Silence, Intimacy and Amazement. All these have nestled in my soul, and though I am fully aware that I have not done them complete justice in my work, they have never ceased to be my guiding lights.

“It is impossible to understand Art and the glory of its history without avowing religious spirituality and the mythical roots that lead us to the very reason of being of the artistic phenomenon. Without the one or the other there would be no Egyptian pyramids nor those of ancient Mexico. Would the Greek temples and Gothic cathedrals have existed? Would the amazing marvels of the Renaissance and the Baroque have come about? …”

“In the gardens and homes designed by me, I have always endeavored to allow for the interior placid murmur of silence, and in my fountains, silence sings.”

“Only in intimate communion with solitude may man find himself. Solitude is good company and my architecture is not for those who fear or shun it.”

“Serenity is the great and true antidote against anguish and fear, and today, more than ever, it is the architect’s duty to make of it a permanent guest in the home, no matter how sumptuous or how humble. Throughout my work I have always strived to achieve serenity, but one must be on guard not to destroy it by the use of an indiscriminate palette.”

“The certainty of death is the spring of action and therefore of life, and in the implicit religious element in the work of art, life triumphs over death. ”

“It is essential to an architect to know how to see: I mean, to see in such a way that the vision is not overpowered by rational analysis. … And it may not be out of place to quote another great friend of mine and of the Arts, the poet Carlos Pellicer: Through sight the good and the bad / we do perceive / Unseeing eyes / Souls deprived of hope.”

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“In the world of Architecture Design, nothing is static. There is constant transformation of different styles and shapes.”

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“The interference of small details, which are part of all our lives, encouragedesign innovation.
Human creativity is unlimited. Everyday we are reinventing and creating something new.”

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“Today, the luxury is in the simplicity and purity of different styles, and so each individual can discover an independent reality. Though creativity exists in everyone, it has to be fed. The constant study of form and function, different research materials and my many travels around the world has led to this valuable learning and has brought new ideas.”

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meditation

“There is a point between sleep and waking
Where thou shalt be alert without shaking.
Enter into the New World where forms so hideous pass.
They are passing, endure, do not be taken by the dross.
Then the pulls and pushes about the throttle,
All those shalt thou tolerate.
Close all ingress and egress, yawnings there may be;
Shed tears, crave, implore and thou will not prostrate.
A thrill passes and that goes down to the bottom,
It riseth-may it bloom forth. That is Bliss.
Blessed Being! Blessed Being! O greetings be to thee!”

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Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

this poem is sooooooooo lovely………reflects my thoughts on nature- THE MOST  BEAUTIFUL AND MOST PEACEFUL…………

A Short Poem or Else Not Say I

True pleasure breathes not city air,

Nor in Art’s temples dwells,

In palaces and towers where

The voice of Grandeur dwells.

No! Seek it where high Nature holds
Her court ‘mid stately groves,
Where she her majesty unfolds,
And in fresh beauty moves;

Where thousand birds of sweetest song,
The wildly rushing storm
And hundred streams which glide along,
Her mighty concert form!

Go where the woods in beauty sleep
Bathed in pale Luna’s light,
Or where among their branches sweep
The hollow sounds of night.

Go where the warbling nightingale
In gushes rich doth sing,
Till all the lonely, quiet vale
With melody doth ring.

Go, sit upon a mountain steep,
And view the prospect round;
The hills and vales, the valley’s sweep,
The far horizon bound.

Then view the wide sky overhead,
The still, deep vault of blue,
The sun which golden light doth shed,
The clouds of pearly hue.

And as you gaze on this vast scene
Your thoughts will journey far,
Though hundred years should roll between
On Time’s swift-passing car.

To ages when the earth was yound,
When patriarchs, grey and old,
The praises of their god oft sung,
And oft his mercies told.

You see them with their beards of snow,
Their robes of ample form,
Their lives whose peaceful, gentle flow,
Felt seldom passion’s storm.

Then a calm, solemn pleasure steals
Into your inmost mind;
A quiet aura your spirit feels,
A softened stillness kind.

Charlotte Bronte

today’s  quote “When patterns are broken, new worlds emerge.” – Tuli Kupferberg (1923-2010)

checked out the blogs i wanted to read/follow – didn’t find Apartment Therapy,Everything Everywhere,Boing Boing,FAIL Blog and Information Is Beautiful , particurlarly interesting………….not sure about ebert too……

found these 2 new ones – http://uktv.co.uk/home/dgiped/kw/1 and http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/artblog

Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855), English author and eldest of the famed Bronte sisters wrote Jane Eyre (1847);

It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot….Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings….knitting stockings….playing on the piano….It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.-Ch. 12

Charlotte wrote “On The Death of Anne Bronte”;

There’s little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave ;
I’ve lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.

Charlotte was writing her epic novel Shirley (1849) around this time of great loss and grief and it was noted that there was a change in her tone, as she states in Chapter 1;

If you think, from this prelude, that anything like a romance is preparing for you, reader, you never were more mistaken. Do you anticipate sentiment, and poetry, and reverie? Do you expect passion, and stimulus, and melodrama? Calm your expectations; reduce them to a lowly standard. Something real, cool and solid lies before you; something unromantic as Monday morning

“Life”-Currer Bell, aka Charlotte Bronte

Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall? “Life”-Currer Bell, aka Charlotte Bronte

Best Blogs of 2010

http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/completelist/0,29569,1999770,00.html

already follg zenhabits, checked out  sartorialist once  and apartment therapy too ………… the awl seems okay ,

WANT TO FOLLOW:

Roger Ebert’s Journal,Apartment Therapy,

Everything Everywhere

Information Is Beautiful ,

HiLobrow

Boing Boing

FAIL Blog

will follow Strobist when i start serious photography

may follow:

Kottke.org  doublex.com, S___MyKidsRuined ,

PostSecret , The Oatmeal

The Daily Wh.at and shorpy some day



Likes from Myspace profile

Myspace profile – list – 2008 – 9

  • Music

    COLD PLAY ,KISHORE KUMAR, HEMANT KUMAR, R.D.BURMAN, ILAYARAJA, DANCE NUMBERS &  SLOW / SOOTHING STUFF, SHANIA TWAIN, DIDO, BILLIE HOLIDAY, ROBBIE WILLIAMS, ABBA, CARIBBEAN MUSIC,  BOLIVIAN MUSIC ( AME TAUNA ), FEW OSTs
  • Movies

    BABETTE’S FEAST, HIGH FIDELITY, AMELIE,  RUDRA VEENA,  THE NET,  GOLMAAL- KHATTA MEETHA- ANARI- AWARA-OLD,    CHARIOTS OF FIRE, MRS.DALLOWAY,   KILL BILL VOL 2,   THE BIG BLUE,    ANY GUD HORROR / SUSPENSE FLICK, CHEENI KUM, JUNO
  • Television

      BYOMKESH BAKSHI[STILL DA BEST], QILE KA RAHASYA, BHARAT EK KHOJ, TEHEKIKAAT, WILL & GRACE, ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT, SIX FEET UNDER, MOST OF DISC.TRAVEL AND LIVING PROGS, SURABHI, SUPERHOMES,  NIGELLA FEASTS
  • Books

    THE RAZOR’S EDGE , FOUNTAINHEAD , TO KILL A MOCKING BIRD , DAVID COPPERFIELD , AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A YOGI , AND THEN THERE WERE NONE , ROOTS , LES’ MIS’RABLES,CRIME & PUNISHMENT ,  FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD
  • Actors

    Meryl streep , sandra bullock , ajay devgan , hugh jackman , johnny depp, shammi kapoor , hrithik roshan ,al pacino ……..
August 3, 2009 – Monday

alanis morisette -one hand in my pocket

i llluv this song -for its lyrics and especialllllly  for her luvely voice which brings the words to life

deep and meaningful song , in my opinion
I’m broke but I’m happy
I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five

I feel drunk but I’m sober
I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
I care but I’m worthless
I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette

What it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign

I’m free but I’m focused
I’m green but I’m wise
I’m shy but I’m friendly baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing
I’m brave but I’m chicken shit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano

What it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxicab…