Einer der luziden Texte, die mich seit Jahren begleiten, ist Gilles Ivains *Formulary for a New Urbanism*:
*We are bored in the city, there is no longer any Temple of the Sun. (...)
And you, forgotten, your memories ravaged by all the consternations of the mappimundi, stranded in the Red Cellars of Pali-Kao, without music and without geography, no longer setting out for the hacienda where the roots think of the child and where the wine is downed with fables from an old almanac. (...)
Darkness and obscurity are banished by artificial lighting, and the seasons by air conditioning; night and summer are losing their charm and dawn is disappearing....*
> weiterlesen
*We are bored in the city, there is no longer any Temple of the Sun. (...)
And you, forgotten, your memories ravaged by all the consternations of the mappimundi, stranded in the Red Cellars of Pali-Kao, without music and without geography, no longer setting out for the hacienda where the roots think of the child and where the wine is downed with fables from an old almanac. (...)
Darkness and obscurity are banished by artificial lighting, and the seasons by air conditioning; night and summer are losing their charm and dawn is disappearing....*
> weiterlesen
J. Heuter - am Dienstag, 19. Juni 2007, 21:02 - Rubrik: Einschreiben
