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Showing posts with label Meisterhäuser in Dessau. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meisterhäuser in Dessau. Show all posts
28.1.15
23.9.13
15.4.12
there and back
The loud plane seems for a moment to deny
the reality of the clouds and of the sky, by its direction,
its noise, and its pretended strength.
The silence of the sky
remains when the plane has gone.
The tranquillity of the clouds will remain
when the plane has fallen apart.
It is the silence of the world that is real.
Our noise, our business, our purposes...our statements
about our purposes, our business, and our noise:
these are the illusion.
these are the illusion.
-thomas merton
10.10.10
19.8.10
dear liz danzico,

Thanks for your intentional organization. Every day.
And thanks for the Ryan Freitas (35 lessons) post today (from which I quote the following):
Work
- Debates over terminology and semantics are for archivists and academics. If you’re interested in the living heart of what you do, focus on building things rather than talking about them.
- No one gives a damn about the size of your to-do list.
- How we handle ambiguity and failure has a lot to do with our potential for success.
- Your reputation is more important than your paycheck, and your integrity is worth more than your career.
Ryan Freitas
5.8.10
26.7.10
25.7.10
24.7.10
mnemonic

looking at the photo,
i can only tell you that
these two walls painted
these two colors had the
most unexpected shock
of loveliness and it is
very difficult to explain;
it created (on that hot
muggy day) the most
vibrant, alluring elegy
to these women of the
bauhaus. i wish you
could see it in person.
(there's no
forgetting)
18.7.10
when you're a Thing-Finder, you don't have a minute to spare

a moment to congratulate david john
(who is a true delight and has one of
the most brilliant blogs around) for his
very cool news. pure joy to see this
blog meet blog story; it sends a sweet
shot of happiness through the interwebs.
12.7.10
back to dessau
"a longing for excitement can be satisfied
without external means,
within oneself; for creating
is the most intense excitement
one can come to know"
portrait of lucia moholy by anni albers
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