the poetics of everyday life
%%orange%%i woke up to the sun coming up over the mountains, slowly bringing light into the valley and into our bedroom window%%. our bedroom is a small space. wooden floors, brick and adobe walls, and a lovely wooden roof with long, angled vigas. waking up here, each morning brings a poem.
this morning i was thinking about two books that had a big impression on me in my younger years studying geography: %%purple%%the poetics of space%%, %%green%%by gaston bachelard%%, and %%purple%%tender buttons%%, %%green%%by gertrude stein%%.
where the poetics of space offers a philosophical framework, tender buttons works perfectly within and elaborates that framework.
my house is its own universe:
In this dynamic rivalry between house and universe, we are far removed from any reference to simple geometrical forms. A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.
%%purple%%bachelard%%
i am the centre and author of my dwelling:
If the centre has the place then there is distribution. That is natural. There is a contradiction and naturally returning there comes to be both sides and the centre. That can be seen from the description.
The author of all that is in there behind the door and that is entering in the morning.
%%purple%%stein%%
i don't know why i think in terms of poetics so often ... %%blue%%but there really is a poetics of everyday life%%, and %%green%%i think it is important to not only live with poetry%%, but to %%orange%%live poetically%%.
%%purple%%poetry has its own speed and rhythms%%; it is %%blue%%slow and soft%%, %%yellow%%lightly%% %%red%%percussive%%. i have a proposition: %%orange%%let's live as poetically as possible, in our poetic little places%%. this means truly inhabiting our spaces, %%green%%inhabiting our own minds and bodies%%.