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General architecture.
Subjective architecture: I require of subjects; of inhabitants, of the
sensitized being, a creative mind, of signs, signals and symbols, myths and
poetries, words and languages, understanding of the place and its people, etc.
The subjects I cannot mold them and is why it is more difficult, but I can
define the creative rules that determine a work, or in other words, a thought
form. I can create the techniques of the thought to carry out the art to project
or to design. But how I can (tyrannical) propose to think so that always is
managed to create the subjective necessities satisfactorily, thus it is as I
propose to think with a poetic attitude or of poet... Why the poetry? Because it
allows speaking of truths, it allows to metaphorical, allows symbolizing, it
allows compared, allows that the soul (the being) speaks like motor of the
subjective world. Next comment some values that grant the poetic thought in the
architecture. Speech of truths: This grants ethics to him to the product of the
creative thought, since a truth for the creator is a truth in the work and is an
intention of no deceit for the inhabitant. It allows to metaphorical: This
grants the link between a mental world and one tangible one and thus allows to
visualize images for the creation of concepts to propose an architecture
connected with places, histories, cultures.
It allows symbolizing: This grants precise tools of
form creation, space and color. It allows to compare: It looks for similarities
between phenomena that have deficiency of definition in a literal language, and
thus to be able to define them imaginary. To allow that the soul speaks: It
sensitizes which is necessary to create art works. At some moment I have talked
about the necessity to include/understand the nothing. Here encounter an
important reason of because using the poetry. As Cassirer explains "the symbolic
languages of the myth and the poetry like the primitive instruments of the
communicative capacity of the man". These appear before a rational capacity of
the man to construct a language that tries to explain, to express and to
communicate its perceptions. It is as well as this form of expression tries to
explain to itself the devoid primitive world of construction and weakly
inhabited what thus I understand like a sensation of emptiness or the anything,
for which it appears the architecture like tool of modification of the world
that I understand it like happening (to construct to destroy), and soon the man
it inhabits east constructed world and it appears the whole, the plenty or the
inhabited or lived space. Then the poetry as form of thought in the creative
instance allows reducing us to a primary or primitive attitude of expression,
thus our single creative product is compared by and with we ourself. That is
"the explanation of the being this in the being" or "the truth this in one same
one". Why I speak of this? Because the pragmatic architecture is limited to
typological the architectonic form, it outlines it, graphical and it determine
the proportions, thus it ends up designing on the basis of standards, and this
appears like something ominous for an architectonic production that considers
such, and single it manages to block or to suppress an artistic mind, this
without forgetting that it builds architectonic is an art work, but is mere
construction. Previous questions to a poetic exposition. The Poetry not like
aesthetic nor plastic value.
The Poetry like value and not-value, how truth. The
Poet like the man recognizing itself in a mirror. Recognizing its darker side,
its inhumanity, its irrationality, its disease, and its dreg. In case all this
ratifies the idea of not using the poetry for the aim to live, since this
considers on the base of the well being of the human being, ratifies its use in
the purpose of finding the truths of the work and of not locking in the
crossroads of the aims and projective beginnings. But they say to me How can
exist poetry after Auschwitz, and I write How can exist Architecture without a
truth, How we can live without knowing the death fence. To get passionate is not
sinned... to ideologize or to become fundamentalist, the times and my time
verifies it is an error, and the cost pays the humanity to it, our memories, our
shame of themselves, it proves the Islamic terrorism and Catholic terrorism. One
is not due to give the back to the death, nor to make him cultured either.
Conscience was due to have that is our only safe destiny and is of the only
thing which I do not doubt as well as I do not doubt that I was born sometimes.
I would like to communicate to the reader in these previous questions to the
poetic exposition, that my writings are full of fear and terrors in maturation,
and that I am myself forced to even face them, since it is my task of trying to
present all my thought, the one that I do not know, for proposing a truth in the
projective attitude of the Architect. The creation does not exist without a
passion and a suffering. The architectonic creation is for all the humanity and
for that reason he is indispensable to fix rules that go deep in the
responsibility, the freedom of the creator, the inhabitant and the observer,
that is to the ethical thing of the creative thing. The poetry of the being, the
poetry of the city, the being lives and lives poetically, What is all this. On
the base of "a dark" perspective of the activity of the poet it will try (hoping
to obtain it) to decipher to the analogous elements, dual and homological of the
man and the city, as if when speaking of the city it spoke of the man, then will
try to decipher some poetic elements of the city. The forms from edificatory,
the way to appear the light in the spaces, the squalor of some places, the
terrible thing and excellently obtained in image terms come to me clearly
immediately at the top. But it immediately appears in my mind the social city,
with his lives and deaths, their health and its disease, and could write of
sadnesses and joys, and would obligatory have to make poetry: Soul of fear and
thinking animals, I leave my breath in your people so that your you clear life
to me, you shame my way and you step on it with memories.
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