Passing stranger!
Victor Ash’s Astronaut, Mariannenstraße, Kreuzberg, Berlin, Germany
you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
Adalbertstraße, Kreuzberg, Berlin, Germany
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
Skalitzer Straße, Kreuzberg, Berlin, Germany
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you…
Skalitzer Straße, Kreuzberg, Berlin, Germany
From Walt Whitman’s To a Stranger (1860)
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The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address. Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them.
Berthold Lubetkin's Highpoint I, Highgate, Haringey, N6
Your face approaching ever so friendly is the white flag they ignore. There is no truce with the furies.
Berthold Lubetkin's Highpoint I, Highgate, Haringey, N6
A mirror’s temperature is always zero. It is ice in the veins. It’s camera is an x-ray. It is a chalice held out to you in silent communion, where gaspingly you partake of a shifting identity never your own.
From RS Thomas’ No Truce with the Furies (1995)
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You employ stone, wood and concrete, and with these materials you build houses and palaces.
Clare House, Bow, Tower Hamlets, E9
That is construction. Ingenuity is at work.
Marble Hill House, Richmond Road, Twickenham, TW1
But suddenly you touch my heart, you do me good, I am happy and I say: “This is beautiful.”
Chamberlin, Powell and Bon's Barbican Estate, Barbican, City of London, EC1A
That is Architecture. Art enters in.
Dolls House, Hollytrees Museum, Colchester, Essex, CO1
From Le Corbusier’s Towards a New Architecture (1923)
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