miércoles, 26 de septiembre de 2007

Somewhere in time...

Near the close of the nineteenth century, Lou Andreas-Salome visited Nietzsche. "The century is about to end", the insane philosopher told his old friend. The story goes that Lou took his hand and answered "My dear Friedrich, your century is barely beginning..."

And it did. We will always aknowledge you as one of the greatest thinkers ever to live...
Friedrich, our great and dear Friedrich... 1844-1900

lunes, 24 de septiembre de 2007

The song of everlasting winter

(I wish I could turn this poem into architecture...)
With winter cold comes a whitening shiver
that holds desperately to the last ray of sun
the flowers that grow cheerful next to the river
linger in agony by the reckoning dawn

Alas! And all the water seems to flow
like a broken mirror in a dream
a shattered world, painful and slow
which conjures light so pale and dim

reflected in a thousand nipples
wombs of virgins, nymphs of despair
where my soul flies unaware

of the sorrow it jealously hopes
knowing not if one day
a shiver of winter may wash it away

jueves, 20 de septiembre de 2007

Through my window (a poem for the mysterious girl)

Through my window I step out into the nightly dreams
which they deem not of, all breeze of fiery calm;
as tears of heaven, all diamonds in my hands,
fall upon the sleeping city of sins.

Through my window of fragile glass I heard a gentle knocking,
like the softened whisper of some drum of yore,
while others in nostalgic chairs are rocking
and in awkard sleepinnes snore,

I closed my eyes and searched for the tune
which came from the highest mountains of the moon,
and that rythm now female, by my window comming through

it said "Elsewhere another window's opened,
there I heard, all hope and bliss, a prayer softened,
she said : Oh silver moon, may he know I love him too".

Superarchitecture: The change of Paradigm

Postmodernity is the cancer of mankind. I will explain why I sustain this later, in other entries.
This I'll dedicate to illustrate you about the inconsistencies that lie within postmodern theory in architecture. Most postmodern philosophers (in all lines of thought, from architecture to psychology) have used thinkers as Nietszche as banner, but nodoby seems to notice how antagonical both postures are. There are semantical contradictions, their thesis are "fool's gold" that will crumble to pieces before the illustrated eye.
A great mistake frecuently commited by postmodern thinkers is that they try to "improve failures" proceeding exactly with the same way of thinking that generated them. For them, the subject always remits to itself in order to be explained (that is, veeeery synthetically, deconstruction)... Well, this is erroneous. Remember Godel's incompleteness theorems? No consistent system can be used to explain itself. So to say, any system strong enough to prove the concept of it's basic elemts (i. e. natural numbers) leads to a formal logic contradiction (try Russell's paradox of the sets containing sets that are not members of theirselves...)
What all this means is: Postmodernity can't be used to explain postmodernity.

Before I proceed, I think necessary to explain that "Superarchitecture" is the theoretical thesis I'm developing in order to obtain my Architect degree. I'm working on the basis of a change of paradigm, a logical and sustainable anomaly within postmodernity.
Anyway, here it is:

1.-Both Postmodernity and Superarchitecture hold a highly critical posture before classical preceptives.
2.- Postmodernity denies any historical conception of architecture (or anything else).
Superarchitecture dismantles any historical conception in order to find basic principles of any civilization. That is Nietzsche's eternal recurrence (first remarkable contradiction).
3.- Postmodernity claims that architecture cannot longer be concieved as an object, but as the interactions of spaces and events.
Superarchitecture sustains that architecture is a highly complex activity, not an object indeed, but that doesn't lead to the abandonment of all attempt of synthesis.
4.- Architecture is a language, but it is not direct or articulated.
Superarchitecture sustains that architectural language is a metaphor of the inner world, of ideas and convictions, not it's simple expression as Postmodernity affirms.
5.- After dismantling traditional components, postmodernity pretends to rensamble them. this constitues an "extent process" that must always avoid "formal empirism". We understand then that, for postmoderns, facts get never connected and all conflict relationships are carefully maintained, denying their synthesis or totality. So to say, rensmabling is for postmodernity an end in itself.
Superacrhitecture understands rensambling as a sort of "back to the origins", it dismantles only to construct again. It synthetizes.
6.- Superarchitecture then, looks for the reunification of concepts in order to sustain a true system of investigation /traduction of human events (social and psychological).

Hehehe, any comments?

martes, 18 de septiembre de 2007

The Darkest Hour

Preface to my next book.


Know, reader, that the chronicles here compiled were entrusted to me under terms of absolute secrecy. Even in the moment in which this warning is being written, the source of such disturbingly powerful images remains obscure to me.
As if they are real or not, I will leave it upon your good judgment to decide. But mark my words: standards are brutally violated here. We trust writers, we read their works hopping to be affected by the images they show us, but knowing that it will never get too serious. The images here enclosed are not the case. There can be no rational response to what you are about to experience.

Prior to publishing, excerpts from this book were given to a random selection of readers, as a means of improvement. It was thought, by some, that this book would open gates into the unknown. Danger, they say, lurks within these pages…at least that’s what some of us could understand amidst the demented babbling of the raving lunatics, before they proceeded to suicide en masse. So we concluded that this book, real or not, is definitely a weapon. Not precisely a photographic description of the uncanny, but a preview of the side effects it will immediately unleash upon the observer.

The sponsors of this work found that metus gravis is not a condition that can be compared to love or hate, for it does not necessarily depend upon a relationship of parts to be.
Pure fear is primeval. It silently waits beneath the comforts of every major city in the world, patient and true, alive in the darkest corners of our civilization, which was built upon its denial. This book will remove the veil in your eyes and show it to you, and what you will see will return your psyche to the pure state of madness from which it originated.

So, reader, if it is your wish to remain within the fragile comfort of your glass prison, read no further.
This is not for your eyes to see.
And if you wish to proceed fed by innocent curiosity, be not mistaken: There is no avoiding what here is withheld. Darkness is very wise.

Be warned.