i am thinking of you
you are walking in your street, its wintertime, you've turned up your foxfur collar, you are smiling and remote {species of spaces/georges perec}

Perec - Practical Exercises

Observe the street, from time to time, with some concern for system perhaps.
Apply yourself. Take your Time.
Note down the place: the terrace of a cafe near the junction of the Rue de Bac and the Boulevard Saint Germain
the time: seven o' clock in the evening
the date: 15 May 1973
the weather: set fair
Note down what you can see. Anything worthy of note going on. Do you know how to see what's worthy of note? Is there anything that strikes you?
Nothing strikes you. You don't know how to see.

You must set about it more slowly, almost stupidly. Force yourself to write down what is of no interest, what is most obvious, most common, most colourless.

Georges Perec, Species of Spaces, 1997:50

how do we know Jesus was Jewish?
.he was thirty, unmarried, and still living with his mother
.he went into his father's business
.he thought his mother was a virgin
.and his mother though the was God
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-continued to live-that is, repeat a habit formed to get necessaries

-cautiously unfolds, emerges what i am -best society 

days-

what are days for?

days are where we live.

they come, they wake us

time and time over.

they are to be happy in:

where can we live but days?

ah, solving that question

brings the priest and the doctor

in their long coats

running over the fields "

to put one brick upon another,

add a third and then a fourth,

leaves no time to wonder whether

what you do has any worth.

but to sit with bricks around you

while the winds of heaven bawl

weighing what you should or can do

leaves no doubt of it at all

{Pphilip}

born yesterday-

tightly folded bud, 

i have wished you something

none of the usual stuff

about being beautiful 

or running off a spring

of innocence and love

they will all wish you that

and should it prove possible 

well you are a lucky girl. 

but if it shouldn't, then

'may you be ordinary; 

have like other women, 

an average of talents:

not ugly, not good looking

nothing uncustomary 

to pull you off your balance,

that, unworkable itself,

stops all the rest from working.

in fact, may you be dull

if that is what a skilled, 

vigilant, flexible,

unemphasised, enthralled

catching of happiness is called.

{20 January 1954 TLD}

The world is waiting to be known; Earth, what it has in it!

The past is in it;

All words, feelings, movements, words, bodies, clothes, girls,

trees, stones, things of beauty, books, desires are in it;

and all are to be known;

Afternoons have to do with the whole world;

And the beauty of mind, feeling knowingly the world!

{Hot Afternoons Have Been in Montana}

“[The] scaling of undefined space to human proportions may be achieved by a line drawn on a road, a floor, a wall, a covering surface, a combination of vertical and horizontal planes, curved or flat, transparent or massive. It is never a partitioning or closing off, but always a defining element of what is here and there, above and below, between and around (Woodworks)." {Gerrit Rietveld}
"All beauty is a making one of opposites, and the making one of opposites is what we are going after in ourselves (Eli Siegel)."

"I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies."
- Le Corbusier
"Simplicity is about subtracting the obvious, and adding the meaningful."
-John Maeda

what music will you play for me when we meet?

hate waking up in the middle of night

the wall at night is icy cold
don't blow the candles out just yet
will you