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3 Feb 2006 @ 10:18 of phantoms return us to ourselves for a redefinition, a modern, updated, to the minute, second . . a liveable reality. My dawning occured in a house designed by an architects' architect, above reproach. He suffered cogenitive deafness, like his sister a renowned landscape gardener; they worked together if possible on housing projects with gardens, in central city places. It was a house sit for 6 weeks, alone. Strong scupltural pieces of half walls and pedestals in the main living room with a cave like recess supporting the staircase up to a level with clerestory windows allowing light and cool but not direct hot strong tropical sun. A small courtyard walled garden extended effortless from the living space grown only with naturally occuring wild plants of the area. The separation of these with a single piece of glass constituted the very best use of this most agressive of all materials, I have ever seen. The word explored here was resonance, and not what they tell you in books. I realised that this person who could not hear (music) had built into all his abodes deep seated resonances which the 3rd ear (the skin) can hear and feel as different tones. A square pedestal, a half wall, a curved thick wall, clay tiles on the floor, no doors visible, it was this bringing relief to a working body. In other words if there is pandemonium outside, the immediate proximity of these forms will override the other distant echoes venturing into the area. My persona admits of no national boundary The art in its clamour forged by Vulcan’s foundry Returns the spirit to search out genius loci. Form thus engendered through Harmony springs Transformation to life on which it is hinged. Cupid’s quiver marks out a place In difference to all others; and, Recognised so a haven establishes For temporary repose to nurture and beget. A realm of existence unable to forget. On the ascension of Mars the genius departs. Mere form seeks a Defence; ire provoked By impending desolation hurls itself into Tumultuous destruction. Genius preserved succours, breathing to the heartbeat. In Wilderness strewn of rock and plains Vulcan’s forging the symbiotic personae. nsr

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