“A new social type was being created by the apartment building, a cool, unemotional personality impervious to the psychological pressures of high-rise life, with minimal needs for privacy, who thrived like an advanced species of machine in the neutral atmosphere. This was the sort of resident who was content to do nothing but sit in his over-priced apartment, watch television with the sound turned down, and wait for his neighbours to make a mistake.”
― J.G. Ballard, High-Rise
Tag Archives: Architecture
The Flat Plane Of the Temporal Experience
“If your reduce sculpture to the flat plane of the temporal experience of the work. (…) the experience of the work is inseparable from the place in which the work resides. Apart from that condition, any experience of the work is a deception.”
― Richard Serra
Mosaic – Sonia King – VisionShift
Built For Man’s Abscence
“this was an environment built, not for man, but for man’s absence.”
― J.G. Ballard, High-Rise
I have always been fascinated with the view of skyscrapers, looking up, from the sidewalk beneath. They cease to be buildings and are converted into insane abstract constructions.
Love/Hate – what amazing examples of man’s imagination, ambition, and effort – yet they are also the least human of buildings. From the street they are nothing but glass walls with tiny openings guarded by armed guards. Man is not welcomed into his own creations.
(title paraphrased from High-Rise, by J. G. Ballard. I wrote about it here).
It Has Been Set Free
An Incredible Network Of Lines
When I Bestride Him, I Soar
Tasted For A Little While the Deep Happiness
“So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, All the Sad Young Men
Sculpture – Happy Again, 2014, Steel, by Michelle O’Michael
Building – Wyly Theater, Dallas, Texas
The All Singing, All Dancing, Crap Of the World
Because I Am Heavy Bored
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have noInner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
—-John Berryman, The Dream Songs









