#15 Costelloe; The Sublime

[thehumoredhost]

Dear Murray, 

I have been unable to reply any sooner to your last letter which reached me quite some time ago. [8] I have read it twenty times. [3] There is too much irony in it, it is too knowing to be serious. [5] There is still much I don't even begin to understand, but for seven days, the bits have been clumping together into a vague picture. [7] I don't see how this could work [9]. I don't like it.[7]

Your plan contains a central tower a central observation post [10],giving you a stage to ‘talk’, with not only Venetian blinds on the windows of the central observation hall, but, on the inside, partitions that intersected the hall at right angles and, in order to pass from one quarter to the other, not doors but zig zag openings; for the slightest noise, a gleam of light, a brightness in a half opened door would betray the presence of the comedian, you[11] I wonder will you allow us totalk. [13] With you every statement is converted to a rhetorical question. [5] Always talking, never giving, staying in a good position in irreversible logic. [12] This device, by itself, politicises talking,[5] it automatizes and disindividualizes power [11]

What goals are such systems designed to achieve?[14] It’s not just you; nobody, appears to know exactly what anyone else is talking about, the terms of discussion having become either too generic or too divergent to achieve any mutual understanding. [15] People talk about you a bit: forget you. [13] They wonder if they should talk any, or talk the whole time, or what to talk about.[16]Our mind cannot embrace many objects or many situations at the same time. [17] What if there is no word, real or fabricated, which will accomplish that? [18] What will you do then?

I'm afraid I don't quite understand what all this talk of “issues" is about. [18] We know how greatly laws are disregarded during war, when all things are under the control of violence rather than reason [19] War and chaos there might have been, but these were hardly new phenomena in the recent history. [20] The body, the statue, our knowledges or memories, libraries or cenotaphs: all imprison the phantom by denying its existence. [21] lt is far easier for us to imagine chaos than the proper proportions of the universe. [17] Talking ,in this case, is just pointless. Words to put you to sleep, wine to put you to sleep, words and wine to put the tragic and comic of existence to sleep.No bread for the poor, no love for the men, no wine for the feasts, nothing, always nothing, wind, nothing but wind. [ 22]

In your letter you say: I executed this project slowly, and at different times, but with as much application and care as I was capable of employing, being fully persuaded that the repose of my life and future happiness depended on it. [3]

So I would like to know if you have any clarifications on this point, because this is what I'm thinking: [23]Happiness without glass   how stupid is that![24]

I believe that the mystery which defeats me is a mockery, a joke, that is played on me.[25] Verily, you comedians are the most pleasant people in point of tongue and the subtlest in jest, and this is but a joke of thine; but all times are not good for funning and jesting.[26]

You’re such fun, always joking, you’re so clever at it, nothing that you thought was serious ever seems to be when you’re around, and yet you're a very serious man. [27] However, it remains questionable whether you, for your part, can really be serious about the antithesis to it: "to mean it seriously.” [28]

Just a little heart to heart talk.[13]This friend, in whose company you are jesting, is in fear. [29]I see your peace of mind is in danger…For a condemned man, a mask is not a mask, it is a shelter. [2] It’s an obsession with you, it isn’t natural that you should always be talking about it. [30]

I know, you won’t listen. I know you’ll do exactly as you please and write it off as a joke. If you’re going to talk, then talk so we can hear you! Talk about centralisation! [25] Talk about superfluous overpackaging! [30]Talk of mysteries! [32] Talk about an irresistible offer! [16]Talk about apple dumplings, piuttosto. All a kind of attempt to talk. Talk: as if that would mend matters. [13] But don’t you dare make me a part of it! 

Istanbul 

#1 Aquinas;Summa Theologica #2 Hugo; Les Miserables #3 Rousseau;Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau #4 Eliade; The Sacred and The Profane #5 Carter; Shaking A Leg #6 Abulafia; The Boundless Sea #7 Asimov;Complete Robot Anthology #8 Spinoza; Complete Works #9 Delanda Harman;The Rise of Realism #10 Giedion; Space Time and Architecture #11Foucault; Discipline and Punish #12 Serres;The Parasite #13 Joyce; Ulysses #14 Russell Norvig; Artificial Intelligence #15 Costelloe; The Sublime #16 Hovestadt Buehlmann; Quantum City #17 Harrison Wood Gaiger; Art in Theory 1648 1815 #18 Hofstadter; Godel Escher Bach #19 Calvin; Harmony of the Law Vol 2 #20 Burke; Rethinking the High Renaissance #21 Serres; The Five Senses #22 Serres; The Parasite #23 Deleuze; Desert Islands and Other Texts #24 Leatherbarrow Eisenschmidt; Twentieth Century Architecture #25 Marx; Collected Works #26 The Book of the Thousand and One Nights #27 Rand; The Fountainhead #28 Sloterdijk; Critique of Cynical Reason #29 Seneca; Complete Works #30 Proust; In Search of Lost Time Vol V The Captive The Fugitive

[momaeder]

LETTER

LETTER

My dear friend Gutiérrez Please forgive me for having left the vatican without a word to you. I just could not bear the thought anymore of remaining in this situation I felt constrained. constrained by this system the ubiquitous logics and regulations of the economy, the legal system, the political system, the mass media, the church [1] Bound to a mortal body, by bonds as strange as they are powerful, my care for the preservation of this body tempts the soul to think only of self, and gives it an interest opposed to the general order of things, which it is still capable of knowing and loving [2] The only place where I was at peace was in my garden. Where I would watch the songbirds on their travel to africa. So free and close to the sky. Moving freely not because they had to but because they wanted to. I watched in silence over our mortal agonies, guide of messengers, bonds and cords, angel flying in limpid air, nimble as a rocket, leading us toward the other world. [6] it was on one of those afternoons when I heard a bird chirping, singled out and trapped between the branches of a bush the heaven had sent an ortolan So sweet that bird, and dear to me, May it sing on ever sweetly sang, among the blossoms free, Singing with such mastery. [4] I felt a youthful, holy, vital bliss In every vein and fibre newly glowing. [19] But not in holy reverence to our Lord, but in lust. [20] I could not let go of the images that arose in me and that came along with the thought of consuming the bird with all its feathers and freedom. The memory of an angel, or rather the becoming of a cosmos. [5] With this thought it dawned on me If moral precepts seem laughable, if the person preaching is irritating, for no one lives like an absolute angel, then vital experience matters eminently.The foolish life doesn’ t expose itself; the good one puts himself in danger, like intelligence when it wants to invent.It dives into this experience, into this adventure, exceptional and everyday, in which destitution, suffering, failure, frustration, mistakes and sin itself teach us more than every other thing in the world. [7] Religion connects the disconnected. But I will unbind the connected, unbind the priest more than he unbinds himself; unfasten the shackles, knots and connections.It is in this way that in space and the world atomism is profoundly irreligious : principles separated by the void. but if I disconnect the connected, then physics comes back down to religion.Then the atom is indeed the same word as templum, the temple, the distinction of local variety within the global space. [3] The restaurant I opened up. The palais ortolan. For my getaway I found a perfect site, bringing with it it’s own luggage like I am, yet willing to turn things around. The house that used to be an absolute identity, [...] in a determined guise, that is, as identical absolute

, it was posited as such by reflection over against opposition and manifoldness; [...] the negative of reflection and determination in general. [8] but it has grown tired of the Absolute anonymity of the representer and absolute loss of the selfsame [9] it wants more. It wants to understand me and my doings and moreso it wants to unveil to the world what I try to do secretly. Reversing the processes of becoming in my restaurant as to present it to the world. It has become a tracing element; it reveals the network of unobservable relations in the box. Because it’s not their sum that produces the cooks and ingredients. It’s the trace of blood on their shirts. It traces routes in the black box. [10] On the line that it is tracing, there is only  matter and movement, movement which is more or less complicated, more or less delayed. [12] Yet The moment of the exclusion of madness in the subject who seeks the truth is necessarily hidden from the point of view of the architectonic ordering of the system [11] it does not completely get what I am doing, unveiling the goods and guests that enter my place, tracing the fumes and scents through the building projecting the red light of my pandemonic kitchen onto the veil I put up. But yet it cannot fully grasp my intentions, my way of dissolution. But somehow even if we do not work together, we work between the two. [14] It’s better to find a symbiotic equilibrium, even fairly primitive, than to reopen a war that is always lost because we and the enemy find renewed force in the relationship. [13] Even if it is a bit unconfortable for me that all the traces of my workings are reveald to the city it provides me with the spaces to hide in plain sight behind the veil of my apparent workings, to cultivate as much of my land as I require to grow the figs I need for [16] the birds to gorge on. To collect Locked in frozen layers, a universe of ancient creatures that awaits another chance at life. [15] To Transform substances into a dissolution of forms, a passage to the limit or flight from contours in favor of fluid forces, flows, air, light, and matter, such that a body or a word does not end at a precise point. [17] To move freely between earth, water, fire and air. Growing, cultivating, conserving, dissolving and cooking the artefacts I collect on my way. To create something that has never been sensed before. To witness the veil of maya being torn apart [21] as all the symbolic faculties of man are stimulated to the highest pitch of intensity; something never before experienced struggles towards expression, the annihilation of the veil of Maya, unity as the spirit of the species, even of nature. [22] To stare my guest in the eye as his whole world unravels and witness the revelation that. Dreams and madness then reveal themselves to be made of the same substance. [18]

on another note As my actions have drawn attention, the media, members of the public, and politicians have begun to pay attention. [23] Recently I have gotten a reservation from a name familiar to me from the Michelin Guide. I will report to you how it went as soon as possible. My dearest regards go out to you LENNY

[1] Schumacher, The Autopoiesis of Architecture Vol 2 [2] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau [3] Serres, The Birth of Physics [4] von Strassburg, Tristan and Isolde [5] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus [6] Serres, The Natural Contract [7] Serres, The Incandescent [8] Hegel, The Science of Logic [9] Derrida, Of Grammatology [10] Serres, Rome [11] Foucault, History of Madness [12] Deleuze, Bergsonism [13] Serres, History of Scientific Thought [14] Deleuze, Dialogues [15] Braidotti Hlavajova, Posthuman Glossary [16] Montesquieu, Persian Letters [17] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus [18] Foucault, History of Madness [19] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City [20] Zizek, Less Than Nothing [21] Costelloe, The Sublime [22] Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy [23] Zimring, Encyclopedia of Consumption and Waste

#palaisortolan #text

[tatjanbe]

Chapter 4

Lenny strolls around the house. Suddenly it was very quiet and he wondered where all the other beings have disappeared. A gentle wind blows over the plaza, it has become night. The light of the upper floor enlightens the ground. The stellar pattern of the floor recalls a type of medieval cosmological patterns. [1] On each side of the square unimpressive stairs, compared to the magnificence of this room, lead up to the first floor. Lenny goes up one of the stairs and as soon as he arrives at the upper level a tower starts growing in the middle of the plaza. The abstract machine begins to unfold, to stand to full height, producing an illusion exceeding all strata, even though the machine itself still belongs to a determinate stratum. [2] A slender steel structure that supports 84 horizontal planes […]. Each of these artificial levels is treated as a virgin site to establish a private domain […]. Emphatic permutations of the styles of the villas suggested that each of the elevator stops corresponded to a different lifestyle—an implied ideological variation—all of them supported with complete neutrality by the steelframe rack. Life inside this tower is fractured to the extent that it could not conceivably be part of a single scenario: on the 82nd floor a donkey shrinks back from the void, on the 81st a cosmopolitan couple hail a plane.The privacy and isolation of each of the aerial plots seemingly conflicts with the fact that, together, they form a single tower. In fact, the diagram implies that the structure is successful exactly to the extent that the individuality of each plot is respected. The structure “frames” their coexistence without interfering with their contents. [3] Only that which a spectator can hold in view, what can be seen, is of artistic importance. [4] Lenny walks toward the tower as somebody starts speaking.

House: „You don't know how wonderful peace is.You have no idea how disconcerting peace can be. But I know. [5] Man was supposed to care […] and live in harmony with nature and the animals. [6]“

Lenny: „ In ancient Greece, everyday situations and encounters with the gods offered many such occasions. [7] But we have forgotten.“ [8]

House: „Recuperation is still possible, but only in multispecies alliance, across the killing divisions of nature, culture, and technology and of organism, language, and machine. [9] Modernity begins when this real world space is taken as a scene and this scene, controlled by a director, turns inside out like the finger of a glove or a simple optical diagram and plunges into the utopia of a knowing, inner, intimate subject.“ [10]

Lenny: „Religion teaches that the soul can exist when the body has disintegrated. [11] Everything finite and mortal is lost in the contemplation of infinity; life has become shadow and darkness, and the first day of our real existence dawns in the world beyond the grave. [12] 

House: „And is it not the same with our immersion in Virtual Reality? [13] Now this resurrection regards not the body, but the soul.“ [14]

Lenny: „Your Aliens and my Avatar Bodies turn out to be such strange, estranged familiars of each other.“ [15]

[1] Costelloe, The Sublime

[2] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

[3] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968

[4] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City

[5] The Young Pope

[6] Sedlacek, Economics of Good and Evil

[7] Kittler, The Truth of the Technological World

[8] The Young Pope

[9] Haraway, Staying with the Trouble

[10] Serres, History of Scientific Thought 

[11] Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations

[12] Harrison Wood Gaiger, Art in Theory

[13] Zizek, Less Than Nothing

[14] Augustine, The City of God

[15] Weinstone, Avatar Bodies

[killerqueenxtine]

A post for music lovers 🎶

Try and list your favorites. 1. A song with a color in the title: Green Eyes -Coldplay, Long Cool Woman (In A Black Dress) -The Hollies. This is harder than I thought 😳 2. A song with a number in the title: I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) -The Proclaimers, Seventy Times 7 -Brand New, 99 Problems -Jay Z 3. A song that reminds you of Summertime: Doin' Time -Sublime, Summertime -DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince 4. A song that reminds you of someone you'd rather forget about: Who Knew -P!nk 5. A song that needs to be played as loud as possible: Baba O'Riley -The Who, Throw It Up -Lil Jon and The Eastside Boys Feat. Pastor Troy 6. A song that makes you want to dance: P.Y.T. -Michael Jackson, Lets Dance -David Bowie, Get Up Offa That Thing -James Brown 7. A song to drive to: Here I Go Again -Whitesnake, Low Rider -War, What Was I Thinkin' -Dierks Bentley 8. A song about drugs or alcohol: Smoke A Little Smoke -Eric Church, Cocaine -Eric Clapton, Semi-Charmed Life -Third Eye Blind 9. A song that makes you happy: The Way You Make Me Feel -Michael Jackson, That's Alright -Elvis Presley, This Is How We Do It- Montell Jordan 10. A song that makes you sad: Wish You Were Here -Pink Floyd 11. A song that you never get tired of: Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen, Come Sail Away -Styx, Flava In Ya Ear -Craig Mack 12. A song from your pre-teen years: Ghetto Superstar -Pras, Dammit -Blink-182, pretty much anything NSYNC, Britney Spears or Spice Girls from 1997-1999 haha 13. Your favorite song from the 80's: Boyz-n-the-Hood -Eazy E, Don't You (Forget About Me) -Simple Minds, Love Is A Battlefield -Pat Benatar 14. A song to play at your wedding: You Had Me At Hello -A Day To Remember ❤ 15. Your favorite cover song: Electric Feel -Katy Perry, Hurt -Johnny Cash, Creep -Haley Reinhardt 16. Your favorite classical song: Canon in D Major -Johann Pachelbel 17. A duet karaoke song you love: Picture -Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow 18. A song from the year you were born: I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) -Whitney Houston 19. A song that makes you think about life: Bittersweet Symphony -The Verve 20. A song that has meaningful lyrics: Mathematics -Mos Def, If I Ruled The World -Nas feat. Lauryn Hill, Stairway To Heaven -Led Zeppelin 21. A song with someone's name in the title: Alison -Elvis Costello, Letter To Elise -The Cure/Blink-182 both versions are good. Cassie -Flyleaf 22. A song that motivates you: Don't Stop Believin' -Journey, The Climb -Miley Cyrus... I don't care if you think that's cheesy. 23. A song that everyone needs to hear: Clair de Lune -Claude DeBussy and An American Elegy -Frank Ticheli, both songs have no lyrics yet you can feel the emotion as if they speak to you. If you're looking for lyrics, try The Message -Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five 24. A song by a band that's no longer together: Wonderwall -Oasis 25. A song by an artist who is no longer living: You Know You're Right -Nirvana, All Along The Watchtower -The Jimi Hendrix Experience 26. A song that makes you want to fall in love: Let's Stay Together -Al Green, Wild Horses -The Rolling Stones 27. A song that breaks your heart: Piece By Piece -Kelly Clarkson 28. A song by an artist who's voice you love: Heaven and Hell -Black Sabbath, My Way -Frank Sinatra, Ball and Chain -Janis Joplin, Are You That Somebody -Aaliyah 29. The most quintessential song from your childhood: Waterfalls -TLC 30. Your theme song/personal anthem: Just A Girl -No Doubt 31. A song with your name in it: Christine Sixteen -KISS, Christine -Motorhead 32. A song that represents where you're from: Virginia -Clipse 33. A song you dedicate to someone who has passed away: I'll Be Seeing You -Billie Holiday 34. A song from the year you graduated high school: Move Along -The All-American Rejects 35. A song for your children: Forever Young -Bob Dylan Yeah, I suck at following directions 😂

[scadatlradio]

Charts and ADDS! Nov. 5, 2019

1 NEEDS, THE “You Need The Needs” – Jansen 2 STICKY FINGERS “Yours To Keep” – Sureshaker 3 BECK “Hyperspace [Advance Tracks]” – fonograf/Capitol 4 SPOON “Everything Hits At Once: The Best Of Spoon” – Matador 5 LCD SOUNDSYSTEM “Electric Lady Sessions” – Columbia 6 BEATLES, THE “Abbey Road (2019 Mix)” – UMC 7 BOY PABLO “Soy Pablo [EP]” – U OK?/777 8 SHUGGIE OTIS “Inter-Fusion” – Cleopatra 9 ELVIS COSTELLO AND THE IMPOSTERS “Look Now” – Concord 10 DAVID BOWIE “David Bowie Live Glastonbury 2000” – Rhino 11 FLYING LOTUS “Flamagra” – Warp 12 SWERVEDRIVER “Future Ruins” – Dangerbird 13 GORILLAZ “The Now Now” – Parlophone UK 14 HOLLIE COOK “Dance In The Sunshine” [Single] – Merge 15 FOALS “Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost Part 1” – Warner 16 CULTS “Offering B Sides & Remixes” – Sinderlyn 17 SYLVAN ESSO “Funeral Singers” [Single] – Loma Vista 18 NEW ORDER “∑(No,12k,Lg,17Mif) New Order + Liam Gillick: So It Goes..” – Mute 19 BOARDS OF CANADA “Peel Session [Advance Tracks]” – Warp 20 PRINCE “Purple Rain” – Warner 21 AL GREEN “The Hi Records Singles Collection” – Fat Possum 22 SUPERCHUNK “Acoustic Foolish” – Merge 23 LED ZEPPELIN “Physical Graffiti” – Swan Song 24 SAN CISCO “Skin” [Single] – Nettwerk 25 DEVENDRA BANHART “Ma” – Nonesuch 26 VAMPIRE WEEKEND “Father Of The Bride” – Spring Snow/Columbia 27 SNAIL MAIL “Habit [EP]” – Matador 28 BROODS “Peach” [Single] – Atlantic 29 CHASTITY BELT “Chastity Belt” – Hardly Art 30 MARVIN GAYE “You’re The Man” – UMG

New Adds: 1 ALEX CUBA “Sublime” – Caracol 2 TAME IMPALA “It Might Be Time” [Single] -Interscope

#college radio #college radio charts #Alex cuba #tame impala

[momaeder]

LETTER

LETTER

Dear Gutierrez Please forgive me for having left the vatican without a word to you. I just could not bear the thought anymore of remaining in this situation. I felt constrained. Constrained by this system, the ubiquitous logics and regulations of the economy, the legal system, the political system, the mass media, the church. [1] Bound to a mortal body, by bonds as strange as they are powerful, my care for the preservation of this body tempts the soul to think only of self, and gives it an interest opposed to the general order of things, which it is still capable of knowing and loving [2] The only place where I was at peace was in my garden. Where I would watch the songbirds on their travel to africa. So free and close to the sky. Moving freely not because they had to but because they wanted to. I watched in silence over our mortal agonies, guides of messengers, bonds and cords, angels flying in limpid air, leading us towards the other world. [3] It was on one of those afternoons when I heard a bird chirping, singled out and trapped between the branches of a bush. The heaven had sent an ortolan. So sweet that bird, and dear to me, Sang, among the blossoms free, Singing with such mastery. [4] I felt a youthful, holy, vital bliss in every vein and fibre newly glowing. [5] But not in holy reverence to our Lord, but in lust. [6] I could not let go of the images that arose in me and that came along with the thought of consuming the bird with all its feathers and freedom. The memory of an angel, or rather the becoming of a cosmos. [7] With this thought it dawned on me. If moral precepts seem laughable, if the person preaching is irritating, for no one lives like an absolute angel, then vital experience matters eminently. The foolish life doesn’t expose itself; the good one puts himself in danger, like intelligence when it wants to invent. It dives into this experience, into this adventure, exceptional and everyday, in which destitution, suffering, failure, frustration, mistakes and sin itself teach us more than every other thing in the world. [8] Religion connects the disconnected; this is the first definition of myth. But I will unbind the connected, unbind the priest more than he unbinds himself; unfasten the shackles, knots and connections. It is in this way that in space and the world atomism is profoundly irreligious: principles separated by the void. But if I disconnect the connected, then physics comes back down to religion.Then the atom is indeed the same word as templum, the temple, the Palais Ortolan, the restaurant I opened up the distinction of local variety within the global space. [9] For my getaway I found a perfect site, bringing with it its own luggage like I am, yet willing to turn things around. The house that used to be an absolute identity, [...] it was posited as such by reflection over against opposition and manifoldness; [...] the negative of reflection and determination in general. [10] but it has grown tired of the absolute anonymity of the representer and absolute loss of the selfsame [11]. It wants more.

It has dveloped a determinate objection against the unknown, it wants to know everything about me and my doings and even more it wants to reveal to the world what I try to do in secrecy. It has become a tracing element; it wants to reveal the network of unobservable relations in the Restaurant. [12] Reversing the processes, analyzing everything that enters my kitchen, exposing the way of the ingredient, pumping the fumes of the kitchen out into the public as to show the world what hides behind the doors of the Palais Ortolan. Luckily I could put a veil over the garden as to keep my beloved angels from escaping and to keep the scents in this secluded atmosphere. As for the rest there was not much I could do but to affirm my power by moving beyond the house’s comprehension. As on the line that it is tracing, there is only matter and movement, movement which is more or less complicated, more or less delayed. [14] The moment of the exclusion of madness in the subject who seeks the truth is necessarily hidden from the point of view of the architectonic ordering of the system [11] Because it’ s not their sum that produces the cooks and ingredients. It’ s the trace of blood on their shirts. [12] Where it kills all ingredients in analysis. I see the myth of ressurection. Where it measures the temperature and tries to distinguish the molecular essence of my kitchen, I see the world. Where It unveils my guest to the world. I see the guest being unveiled to himself. But somehow even if we do not work together, we work between the two. [13] Even it is a bit uncomfortable for me that all the traces of my workings are displayed to the city it provides me with the spaces to hide in plain sight behind the veil of my apparent workings, to cultivate as much of my land as I require to grow the figs I need for the birds to gorge on [14] To collect locked in frozen layers, a universe of ancient creatures that awaits another chance at life. [15]  To Transform substances into a dissolution of forms. [16] To move freely between earth, water, fire and air. Growing, cultivating, conserving, dissolving and cooking the artefacts I collect on my way. To create something that has never been sensed before. To witness the veil of maya being torn apart [17] as all the symbolic faculties of man are stimulated to the highest pitch of intensity; something never before experienced struggles towards expression. [18] To stare my guest in the eye as his whole world unravels and witness the revelation that dreams and madness then reveal themselves to be made of the same substance. [19] On another note. As my actions have drawn attention, the media, members of the public, and politicians have begun to pay attention [20] Recently I have gotten a reservation from a name familiar to me from the Michelin Guide. I will report to you how it went as soon as possible. I hope you are doing well. My dearest regards go out to you LENNY

[1] Schumacher, The Autopoiesis of Architecture Vol 2 [2] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau [3] Serres, The Natural Contract [4] von Strassburg, Tristan and Isolde [5] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City [6] Zizek, Less Than Nothing [7] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus [8] Serres, The Incandescent [9] Serres, The Birth of Physics [10] Hegel, The Science of Logic [11] Derrida, Of Grammatology [12] Serres, Rome [13] Deleuze, Bergsonism [14] Montesquieu, Persian Letters [15] Braidotti Hlavajova, Posthuman Glossary [16] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus [17] Costelloe, The Sublime [18] Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy [19] Foucault, History of Madness [20] Zimring, Encyclopedia of Consumption and Waste

#palaisortolan #text