#30 Proust; In Search of Lost Time Vol V The Captive The Fugitive

[thehumoredhost]

Hello Friend,

As things usually go, you have been living for some time now by favour extraordinary. [33] An old friend…But I still don't quite understand you.’ I'll come to the point right away. [34]

I think you misunderstood two main things: I am not laughing; at least I am not laughing at you [35], and I’m not making a stage just for myself, but also for the Maiden’s Tower.

It can talk to you and you can talk to it.[7] It now seems that you would deny that she can talk or think at all.[36] I am talking to her, about her portrait. [30] She watches herself watching herself. Oh, that delicacy of observation of hers![5] She sees smiles, desires, terror, come and go like lightning; every time the face seems different. [3] You can almost watch the walls go up and down in real time. [37]

The Maiden cried for help, and there was none to hear. [3] When I saw her, I talked with her[38] And she listened to me with the utmost deference and attention. [39] she took pains to see that they should be equipped in ways which surpass the natural order [33] That was when I decided to do this project.  She was going to talk through me, expressing all the pain and suffering she has seen over the years. The voice of weeping shall be no more heard in her, nor the voice of crying. [40]

After writing and despatching my first letter all I thought of was remaining quiet at the Maiden’s Tower and taking care of my health; of endeavouring to recover my strength, and taking measures to build the observation tower in the spring without noise or making the rupture public. [3]

But after reading your letter I made up my mind. You’re right. A stage controlled, closed-off isn’t suited for the Maiden to let her have her cry out [7], the stage must belong to all! Open and there for everyone to take part in. 

After all, the man of the world almost always wears a mask. [3] Including you. I must admit, you were very good at concealing your true nature. [7]But this is merely an illusion. [25] the true function of a deceptive screen is not to conceal what lies behind it, but, precisely, to create and sustain the illusion that there is something it is hiding.[41] We should strip the mask, not only from men, but from things, and restore to each object its own aspect. [28] No more hiding. [42]

Now that’s a reason for a cenotaph: a sepulchral monument erected in memory of the deceased mask of a person whose lies are buried in the depths of Bosphorus. [43]

— There you can see what talk will do. [24]

Thanks for helping me and the Maiden with our project

Yours sincerely

Bill

#33 de Montaigne; The Complete Essays #34 Freud; The Uncanny #35 Wilde; The Picture of Dorian Gray #36 Hofstadter; Godel Escher Bach #37 Koolhaas; Elements of Architecture #38 The Book of the Thousand and One Nights Supplementary Nights #39 Svevo; Confessions of Zeno #40 King; James Bible #41 Zizek; Less Than Nothing #42 Bersani; Homos #43 dictionary.com #24 Leatherbarrow Eisenschmidt; Twentieth Century Architecture #28 Sloterdijk; Critique of Cynical Reason #25 Marx; Collected Works #7 Asimov;Complete Robot Anthology #3 Rousseau;Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau #5 Carter; Shaking A Leg #30 Proust; In Search of Lost Time Vol V The Captive The Fugitive

[alueus]

References

[1] Aquinas, Summa Theologica,

[2] Une femme et une femme, Jean Luc Godard,

[3] Calvin, Harmony of the Law Vol 1,

[4] Juhani Pallasmaa, The Eyes of the Skin: Architecture and the Senses,

[5] Augustin Berque, The question of space: from Heidegger to Watsuji,

[6] Elif Shafak, The Architect's Apprentice,

[7] The Magus, John Fowles,

[8] Bakervilles, sir Arthur conan Doyle,

[9] M. Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol V The Captive The Fugitive,

[10] Semper, Style in the Technical and Tectonic Arts or Practical Aesthetics,[11]“An Extraordinary Experience To Perform”: Bill Murray And Friends On Their Concert Doc ‘New Worlds: The Cradle Of Civilization’ article by Matthew Carey,

[12] Interview with Bill Murray https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=o9TvFkiLLMo,

[13] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau,

[14] Wollstonecraft, Complete Works,

[15] Hugo, Les Miserables,

[16] Mallgrave, Architectural Theory,

[17] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau,

[18] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol III The Guermantes Way,

[19] Humboldt, Equinoctial Regions of America,

[20] Darwin, The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals,

[21] Winckelmann, on Art Architecture and Archaeology,

[22]Marx, Collected Works ,

[23] Locke, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding,

[24] Hume, A Treatise of Human Nature,

[25] Palladio, The Four Books on Architecture,

[26] de Montaigne, The Complete Essays,

[27]Alberti, On the Art of Building in Ten Books,

[28] Agricola De Re Metallica,

[29] Boullee, Architecture Essay on Art,

[30] Mumford, The Culture of Cities,

[31] Leatherbarrow Eisenschmidt, Twentieth Century Architecture

[32] Alberti, 10 books of architecture 1755

[33] Williams, Daniele Barbaros Vitruvius of 1567

[34] Kellert, Biophilic Design The Theory Science and Practice

[35] Goldsmith, Capital New York Capital of the 20th Century

[dthai]

III. a performance

Midway in the night, strange noises of sawing and cutting could be heard. Ludwig was noisily revealing, unraveling his hidden heart. He created circular vacuum as if the facade was shot by a canon balls, lines through the ceilings and external walls as if the house was split by thunder, a godly light shining into empty space Long trenches zigzagging through the once lonely garden  seemed now to talk to the neighborhood. Actions of subtraction. A gesture, an empty code uncovering the covered. Keyholes for Vienna and Lanny to look into Ludwig’s world. This holes were not emptiness but illumated scars healed wounds which can speak to everyone and anyone.

Day was arriving, A knock on the door and the pope crossed into the bedroom. As mediator when tempers rise, who reconciles Whatever you do, you cannot torment men for ever without experiencing some amount of discomfort [44] Lanny, realizing his unjust torture atoned for his sin  Soon illegible coded ink drawing and painting appeared on the walls  Like calligraphies  in which a person’s lived history and true character can be expressed a writing, a imagery who does not dwell only on proportions and purity of line, but on life forces, on the storage of energy walls and ceiling ornated like books scribbled again and again in the margins. [27] colossal paintings warm, white, cream with variety of pinks oranges and reds mixed with pencils of black and grey a colorful code portraying emotions, inner thoughts and feelings An illegible code of swirls, loops which simultaneously signify nothing and everything. Inside and outside, spiraling, flowing sculptures and structures were seen. They did not resemble an animal or a person, but still seemed lifelike as a statue that would wake up and speak.  Scultptures that could dialogue using a three dimensional code with Ludwig and Vienna.

At my final day, I walked out the entrance door and stopped at the first stair.Lanny and the house were sitting side by side  on the grass of the garden. It seemed a common understatnding established between the 2. And I left.

[1] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City [2] Eco, The Name of the Rose [3] The Book of the Thousand and One Nights [4] Connerton, How Modernity Forgets  [5] , The Stones of Venice  [6] Callan, Dictionary of Fashion and Fashion Designers [7]Rosemont, Black Brown Beige Surrealist Writings from Africa and the Diaspora [8] Serres, Biogea [9] Sullivan, The Autobiography of an Idea [10] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau [11] Sullivan, The Autobiography of an Idea [12] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology [13] Zizek, Less Than Nothing [13] Serres, Hermes Literature Science Philosophy [14] Cervantes, Don Quixote [15] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology [16] Ovid, The Erotic Poems  [17] Lewis, Witchcraft Today [18] Erasmus, Exposition of the Psalms [19] Zimring, Encyclopedia of Consumption and Waste  [20] Steiner, After Babel Aspects of Language and Translation [21] Zimring, Encyclopedia of Consumption and Waste [22] Wollstonecraft, Complete Works [23] Foucault, Discipline and Punish [24] Foucault, History of Madness  [25] Justinian, The Codex  [26] Wollstonecraft, Complete Works [27] Carter, Anthony Blunt His Lives  [28] Seneca, Complete Works  [29] Acocella, Stone Architecture Ancient and Modern Construction Skills [30] Koolhaas, Elements of Architecture [31] Horowitz, Consuming Pleasures Intellectuals and Popular Cult [32] Kaup, Neobaroque in the Americas Alternative Modernitie [33] Castiglione, The Book of the Courtier [34] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol V The Captive The Fugitive [36] Mallgrave, Modern Architectural Theory [37] Le Roy, The Ruins of the Most Beautiful Monuments of Greece [38] Barber, A Companion To World Mythology  [39] Bussels, Spectacle Rhetoric and Power [40] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau [41] Hugo, Les Miserables  [42] Harrison Wood Gaiger, Art in Theory 1648 1815  [43] Divine Comedy, Dante

[heloisedc]

The darkness embraced him lovingly.[1]

I can no more recognize the form of this light than I can gaze directly on the sphere of the sun. [2]

We are mutually bound together, the lighter being restrained by the heavier, so that I cannot fly off; while, on the contrary, from the lighter tending upwards, the heavier is so suspended, that he cannot fall down.[3]

The excitement rushed through my body as the ritual started. Has meus ad metas sudet oportet equus.[4] (My goal is to transpire)

He was of utter beauty, grazing perfection. The reproduction of the image of the Vitruvian man […][5]

No sculptor can possibly produce a first class work of art here on Gaia without a well crafted Participation and the ones I produce of this particular type are considered excellent[…][6] We seem never to be altogether prepared for the resulting distress. If we do not literally shake, as I did […], we may experience an internal shudder that is the subjective equivalent of the overt trembling that occurred […]. While my physical shaking […] was observable by anyone standing near me, the inner shudder at my own bodily pain may not be visible to others even though it is felt intensely by myself, and felt as foreign to me. Some part of my body has become alien to me, split off from a coherent and unitary sense of self.[7]

He clearly abused himself, but in so doing rendered a stature I had never before had the blessing to see. Ideal form of excellence![8] but For what purpose?[9]

For them.

  I had also studied all the details of housekeeping; I understand cooking and cleaning; I know the prices of food, and also how to choose it; I can keep accounts accurately […].[10]

Mild water? I found suds forming on my body and I rubbed hastily here, there, everywhere, judging it to be the wash cycle and knowing it would not last long. Then came the rinse cycle. Ah, warm  Well, perhaps not warm, but not quite as cold, and definitely feeling warm to my thoroughly chilled body.[11]

If a man is covered by an eruption you will mix flour of malt little by little in oil, you will apply (it) and he will recover; if he is still not cured, you will apply hot simtum and he will recover; if he is still not cured, you will apply the warm residue and he will recover.[12] Since statues are feasting, it’s an interrupted meal. As though eternally interrupted. At which deadly mouthful were they immobilized?[13]

The Greeks were not wrong in showing us the immortals constantly feasting, drinking ambrosia, and laughing endlessly.[14]

Now, everything is finished.[15]

  Here the day has come; here the week of the lectistemium has begun.[16] If we employ extracts, they must have been recently prepared and preserved with great care.[17] Oiling out, making out, polishing, scraping, etc.[18] This new development came from the perfecting of the arts that imitate the human body.[19]

The physical effort was small, but the mental effort of trying to control without controlling was enormously difficult.[20] His only aim, his only possible aim, was to please me.[21] Or so I had thought.

I believed, however, that the soul could achieve temporary separation from the body in an ecstatic trance.[22] Is it truly possible to think without arriving at beauty, without penetrating the secret place where life bubbles up, without the transfiguration of the body?[23]

“Prepared?”[24]

  The Sacrifice, the gift

Then the engine was started, the machine ran along the ground, gathered speed, until finally, all of a sudden, at right angles, I rose slowly, […] as it were static ecstasy of a horizontal speed suddenly transformed into a majestic, vertical ascent.[25]

Now, drawn out from his body, his sinews formed a bundle of dark, shiny stalks, not unlike the bundle of lightning bolts that lay beside him, although these were bright and smoking.[26] Now between the dry head, more than dead, almost abstract, empty and dessicated, suitably objectivized, wholly exterior, pierced, visible, nameable, articulated, analyzable, between the skull and the rest of the world, a circumstantial halo of light, like the ones worn by the great saints, replaces, at bone level, the lining of flesh, fat, muscle, organs, skin, veins, tendons, hair, radiance, charm, beauty, glory. Thus the body thinks. The body thinks therefore shines.[27]

If you ever have to carry someone on your shoulders from the top of a mountain, down to the valley, you will think at first that you are dying, the torture endured by muscles that do not know how to work when walking down a slope is unbearable; then you get your strength back, as is always the case, a second wind and addiction to this new labour, gradually and for the first time previously unknown muscle fibres, unaccustomed angles, slumbering joints, zones of silence in the middle of your flesh make strange yet familiar music, never before heard yet immediately recognized, the mobile, non-homogeneous porterage column separates into its component parts, a whole world comes to life within it, arranges and adapts itself, redistributes its responsibilities under the implacable, crushing weight; the body becomes an architectural structure, moving masonry, a ship; the skeleton becomes a firm framework, with tie beams and rafters; the muscles form the wall and partitions.[28]

The gods were distinguished from men through their immortality; they were physiologically distinguished through their living on a special diet; and they were endowed with a variety of nonhuman qualities such as superior knowledge and strength, the ability to be invisible and to change their form; and so forth.[29]

Moments are points of rupture —ephemeral, euphoric, revelatory of the total, radical, sometimes revolutionary possibilities latent in everyday life.[30]

Everything that I can see in this body produces in me ecstatic wonder.[31]

Now whoever offers sacrifice must be a sharer in the sacrifice,  because the outward sacrifice he offers is a sign of the inner sacrifice whereby he offers himself to God.[32]

Then, having risen to so high a pitch, having been sustained with so much vigour, the chant, mingled with a murmur of supplication in the midst of ecstasy, seemed at times to stop altogether like a spring that has ceased to flow.[33] This music makes me cry because I am not like it, not something complete, which turns toward the lost sweetness of life like a distant quotation. Happiness can only be thought of as something lost, as a beautiful alien. It cannot be anything more than a premonition that we approach with tears in our eyes without ever reaching it. [34]

  In an ecstasy of joy, no doubt intensified by the joy he felt in making me shine before his friends, with extreme volubility, he reiterated, stroking and patting me as though I were a horse that had just come first past the post: “You’re the most beautiful man I know, do you hear?”[35]

BAs soon as he was free, he rushed out to admire the sunlight, crying out ecstatically, 'How beautiful![36]

 Just as a different image of the rainbow enters into every mortal eye, so too does the surrounding world reflect for each individual a different imprint of beauty, However, universal, original beauty, which we can name only in moments of ecstatic intuition and are unable to reduce to words, reveals itself unto the One who created the rainbow and the eye that beholds it.[37]

 It was time to rest again.

     [1] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[2] Newman, Sister of Wisdom

[3] Pliny, Natural History Volume 1

[4] de Montaigne, The Complete Essays

[5] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968

[6] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[7] Casey, The World on Edge

[8] Wollstonecraft, Complete Works

[9] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[10] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau

[11] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[12] Serres, History of Scientific Thought

[13] Serres, Rome

[14] Serres, The Parasite

[15] Serres, The Birth of Physics

[16] Serres, Rome

[17] Laennec, A Treatise on the Diseases of the Chest and on Mediate Auscultation

[18] Gombrich, Art and Illusion

[19] Younes, The Historical Dictionary of Architecture of Quatremere De Quincy

[20] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[21] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[22] Schmitt, The Cambridge History of Renaissance Philosophy

[23] Serres, The Five Senses

[24] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[25] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol V The Captive The Fugitive

[26] Calasso, The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony

[27] Serres, Statues

[28] Serres, The Five Senses

[29] Voegelin, Order and History 2

[30] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968

[31] de Montaigne, The Complete Essays

[32] Aquinas, Summa Theologica

[33] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol III The Guermantes Way

[34] Sloterdijk, Critique of Cynical Reason

[35] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol III The Guermantes Way

[36] Foucault, History of Madness

[37] Harrison Wood Gaiger, Art in Theory 1648 1815