Architecture of Cities: Mapping Beauty XI |
The New Museum: Architect SANAA: New York City: I raced north and south on Bowery to see this.
The Anticipation of Memory:
My friend sat on the lap of Igor Stravinsky, the lap of her great uncle, Igor Stravinsky.
My mind bellowed like a beggar to know of the near breath- -would the music icon become an inspiration, an inspiration to be great: Nobody is certain that greatness can be inhaled.
Young and youthful is almost always something more than we know- -something more than a mere memory- -something more than a snapshot: I archive those memories, in the history of others- -the inside of my eyes.
I remember I saw a library: I was a youthful boy, a young boy as it were. The facade of the library was a lure. What might I see inside the facade. What might be. The rumors are remembered as anticipations: Stories and tribal dances were often heard just before- -what may be near- -what is inside. Entering past columns and doors I was infused with a drug not known- -anticipation is its name: The appearance of the wild that is our wilderness was the most beautiful I had ever seen: The........