deconstruction_

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Daniel Libeskind – Jewish Museum (Copenhagen)

a soul is not given. but everyone can find a pine cone in the face, sense malice in a crowd, enjoy the greatest fulfillment of translating the vitality of a radish into the world-picture at the expenses of ruinina, humanity on which the future production of cradles and atonement depends.
the best makes and disguises bestowed on those whose time is not running, but instead are always coming home, they have the passion for roaming the Siberian forest, where Puskin’s deported assassin is still trying to perform the last gesture

- though the former is alive – the latter is long dead

the sniper’s log_

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things are amazingly quiet today, not what i was expecting for a public holiday in Copenhagen. i like the mood today, i got my nose in a book for the entire day thankfully.

this is a log; a recording of events, experiences, observations, thought around me. initially unsure if i should do with this idea, but decided it might be an interesting collective reflection in the long run. if i may put it this way, this is the post where anything goes.

Pier Luigi Nervi; such beauty in construction

the architectural flair inside of me has kept me rather occupied these days. i found myself reading books from start to end. i do think there is an absolute beauty about picking up a book and reading it from start to end, especially so in the age where technology plays a commanding role over our most things. well anyways i should digress. this (reading), over idling away the days doing the mundane and tedious, i find it really liberating.

time has been on my mind. the linear concept to be specific. it started with this simple photography above. i was just wondering, i do grasp the western idea of progress and it’s attributes. the enlightenment also brought about the idea of modernity, which we are very much bound to. would that mean we are reliant on a condition that cannot be pinned down to a fixed sets of attributes? modernity opens the way for the notion of critical reasoning; (whose feature fails to rely on any foundation that is unquestionable, or any revelations) we then are not ruled by identity or tautologies, but by the concept of ‘otherness’ and contradiction. do we then go back to a cyclical concept of time or have modernity paved an archetype of time.

the goal of criticism in the past was truth, but in the modern times, truth is criticism. not eternal, but truth of change. this constant conflict with tradition and elevating struggle is really interesting, especially so in an architectural context. i found myself in a labyrinth of closed doors. i hope it will not eventually become another paradox of our time. i stand by the architectural canon of course, but the same rule applies; stay curious.

if the idea of progress advances improvement in the human condition, then why are we at the point of old modernism?

unfamiliar_

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i came across a picture & had no idea what it was, where it was, or who took the photograph.
all i could do was to stare at the thing and wonder.
was it good? i couldn’t really decide.
was it real? i couldn’t really tell, but hoped that it was.

the thing didn’t look particularly innovative to me, thought it did appear to be trying.
it was big, or perhaps more accurately, it aspired to bigness.
it was awkward, willfully so, a couple of disparate parts cobbled together.
it was almost normal, boring even. but just barely, it slipped into the territory of the deranged.
certainly it was ambitious – behold, the new trampling the old.

& yes, i liked it.

for i dag_

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‘ & for every snake, a ladder will compensate. ‘

i for one can feel the minute fraction of dislocation that 13 hours of air travel had inflicted.

as i orientated myself once more in an environment quite foreign, i can’t help but to feel rather blotted out at the mercy of translation.

here i am at pause, amidst the ideal model of a highly urbanized city, among the local urbanites happily strolling towards their local café, fluently speaking a language so foreign to my ears.

i am beginning to hear the melody. this is all rather surreal. as echt as i thought it would be. but the melody beckons me on.

jet lag. culture shock. what you may call this devil of dislocation, it’s the lullaby i’ve always wanted to hum along to.

& so the adventure begins.

han kan selvfølgelig tale engelsk, men han kan ikke tale dansk. yet.