Silent Sunday
Tag: Architecture
Silent Sunday
Open Windows
In making theories,
always keep a window open
so you can throw one out.
— Bela Lugosi
Domination
Manipulation, sloganizing,
depositing, regimentation, and prescription
cannot be components of revolutionary praxis,
precisely because they are the components
of the praxis of domination.
— Paulo Freire
Paul’s Avenue
Cone shaped,
rounded…
…with a twist,
funnel shaped,
triangular,
folded,
…erm, modern.
In stealth mode.
The distinctive MASP museum.
What’s a stay in São Paulo, without a visit to the Avenida Paulista? An architectural display with countless high-rises clamouring for attention: choose me, choose me! I think I favour the building in stealth mode – which would you choose?
A Very Happy Birthday to Paul! Greetings from your very own avenue! I’m afraid the paper card may take another month or two to arrive…
A Bridge to Cross
The hardest thing to learn
is which bridge to cross
and which to burn.
— David Russell
Slightly belated entry for the Sunday Post Challenge: Bridge. The Ponte Octávio Frias de Oliveira in São Paulo.
The Listeners
Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word, he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
– Walter De La Mare
Reflections
In the business world,
the rear-view mirror
is always clearer
than the windshield.
– Warren Buffett
I like the rear-view mirror: the things you see in it aren’t rushing towards you…
The Weekly Photo Challenge: Reflections.
A Spiritual Thing
It is a spiritual thing
to comprehend what simplicity means.
― Frank Lloyd Wright
The Sunday Post challenge: Architecture.
The House on the Hill
It’s easier to go down a hill than up it,
but the view is much better at the top.
– Henry Ward Beecher
Follow Your Heart
Ben had followed his heart. The heart he had lost to Jessica, the dreamer.
He had heard tales of the city since childhood. He had never realised how big the city was, how impersonal. People moved around in rivers, pouring out of metro-stations and down streets. And they lived in big concrete blocks, grey and dreary, like this one.
It had been stupid to come. How could he ever hope to find her? He had trailed around for days now, and hadn’t seen a sign of her.
Suddenly he saw it and smiled. He had found her. He was sure.
* * *
Julia’s 100-word-challenge: the significance of an orange spot.
Crazy Geometry
˜
The human heart
likes a little disorder
in its geometry.
– Louis de Bernières
Weekly Photo Challenge: Geometry.
The Miracle Mile
We should be too big to take offense
and too noble to take it.
– Abraham Lincoln
I’ve seen tall buildings before, but the “Miracle Mile” in Chicago really is something else.
The weekly photo challenge: Big.
Watchdog
No more surfing today, Kyledrone said evenly, you set the limit yourself on Wednesday.
Kyle hated the goal setting sessions. He always ended up setting goals he didn’t want. It was his decision alone, but somehow his parents and the drone always seemed to win. He hated his drone sometimes. It protected him, it was always there. But it should let him cheat sometimes!
The drone hovered. Only recently a neighbour had given his drone the slip, and thrown himself over a cliff. Kyledrone would never let that happen. It had put in far too much hard work for that.
* * *
T.Mastgrave’s philosophical story challenge: Whose body is this?
Perspectives
Everything we hear
is an opinion,
not a fact.
Everything we see
is a perspective
not a truth.
– Marcus Aurelius
The Architect
He didn’t know what had made him a revolutionary. The wrong temperature, a late feed?
He did know he had to do something, though it would cost his life. But the cause was worthy. He changed the plans, just a tiny bit. Still enough to bring down the system. Noone would notice. The drones never questioned an order.
When the call came, he was ready. He squared his wings. The comrade has saved us, the Queen proclaimed, with his new design. Now, when most hives are dying, our brood is thriving. An example for all. Awarded a mating.
Bitter-sweet failure.
The story challenge. The prompt was: Failure.
Stray Thoughts 