Tuesday, April 24, 2012

FOLD



"I don't have any idea of myself, not even the kind that consist in the lack of an idea of myself.
I'am a nomad in my self -awareness. The herds of my inner riches scattered during the first watch
The only tradgedy is not being able to conceive of ourselves as tragic. I've always clearly seen that 
I coexist with the world. I've never clearly felt that I needed coexist with it.
That's why I 've never been normal"
Fernando Pessoa- The Book of Disquiet

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What is immanence? A life... No one has described what a life is better than Charles Dickens,
if we take the indefinite article as an index of the transcendental. A disreputable man, a rouge,
held in contept by everyone, is found as he lies dying. Suddenly, those taking care of him manifest
an eagerness, respect, even love, for his slightest sign of life. Everybody bustles about to save
him, to point where, in his deepest coma, wicked man himself senses something soft and sweet
penetrating him. But to the degree that he comes back to life, his saviors turn colder, and he becomes
once again mean and crude. Between his life and his death, there is a moment that is only that of a
life playing  with death. The life of the individual gives way to an impersonal and yet singular life
that releases a pure event freed from the accidents of internal and external life, that is , from 
subjectivity and objectivity of what happens:  a " Homo tantum " with whom everyone empathizesand who attains a sort of beatitude. It is a haecceity no longer individuation but of singularization: a life
of pure immanence, neutral, beyond godd and evil, for it was only the subject incarnated it in the midst
of things that made it good or bad. The life of such individuality fades away in favor of the singular
life immanent to a man who no longer has a name, though he can be mistaken for no other. A singular
essence, a life...*
Gilles Deleuze
Pure Immanence


Reservoir Bridge




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Reservoir Bridge* crosses over the West 86th Street, near the Resorvoir. The wood cover walkway offers, quite moment of meditation for the pedestrians, exquisite cast-iron floral scroll which are design to emulate the surrounding green leafs, cordially salutes the life. There, in a brief moment, experience of a transcendental field comes back to live. It is not because of me, or the next one; nor  that of the bridge itself is perpetrate the experience; but  an impersonal  consciousness....without a self  does it for us.


*Designed by Calvert Vaux, 1864 









Monday, April 23, 2012

Urban Landscapes

     Manhattan is a utilitarian polemic.
REM KOOLHAAS

Thirty-four years passed since the first publication of Delirious New York in 1978
The book itself was a polemical manifesto of an unrestrain, and uncontrolable 
progress of the Metropolitan dream. I  always kept the book close promixity to my reach
over the years read and re-read without hackneyed, until the begining of the new 
millenium, around that time I changed the places, I moved to perimeter of the Urban sprawl, 
to a place where everything seem and feel like a suburbia, wide tree lined streets, 
two-three story wood and masonry  houses with a close porches and sizeable front yards 
lined up with a respectfull distances to each other. The place was quite calm and green
most amazing part of; it was only 27 minutes train ride away from the Delirious New York.




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Monday, April 9, 2012

SIDEWALLS (MEDIANEROS) 2011

¿DONDE ESTA WALLY?
 A lazy, sunny, Sunday afternoon in April,  I shelter myself within the confines of my leaving room.  The curtains are closed.  TV is on, streaming through the Internet. I came across  Sidewalls, I have not heard anything about the movie before, not recognize the neither director nor the casting..  I'm immediately captivated by the series of tectonic images on the screen, City of Buenos Aires, Capital of Argentina, second largest city in Latin America continent, streets are busting with the people,  every corner a new construction going up. Narrator's voice over the images tells the story of the city as well as their own...  What do you expect from a city turns her face against the river? asks Martin, one of the main charter in the movie, this is the metaphor for the same city, turns back to her citizens. His voice continue to talk over the images of decay and isolation.The more cities grow, the more technologies becomes available our alienation to outside world becomes more evident.  Quality of human lives reduced to technology driven virtual living. This is the story of two lost souls, Martin and Marianna, they live in the opposite blocks, their 3 x 3 illegal windows becomes their first self acclaimed independence act against the unstoppable urban menace. Marianna search for Wally through out the movie full with iridescent  moments.  Result is a thoughtful and funny movie by an Argentinian writer, director Gustavo Taretto.







"How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl
year after year
running over the same old ground"
Pink Floyd