07 May 2010


The architect Louis Kahn said:

“Consider the momentous event in architecture when the wall parted and the column became.”


He was talking about building parts, of course, but the metaphor is inescapable...goddamnit, I know what he means, now, after all these years...

...I am become column.


  1. what's happened?? that is an evocative and painful image, so what has you so shredded...oon the other hand, a column is a slender yet powerful support, capable of being intense weight, so perhaps you have found some new strength? hmmmm things that make your readers go hmmmmm

  2. Iggy,

    Walls hide things. Columns support things. Be a column.

    Oh, and tell goddamn Louis Kahn that using transitive verbs as intransitive verbs is silly and pretentious, and makes you sound like a 1970s wannabe hippie poet trapped in a job at a B-list liberal arts college.

    On that point I'm a stickler. Or perhaps, I should say, that I stickle.

  3. Columns...what's wrong with 'em? They are stout, strong, supportive, no?

    All good traits, methinks.

  4. Thank fuck for that Irish!
    Right now I feel more Gollum than column!

  5. Missed you.

    ...and a group of columns a museum makes; but single, a delightful umbrella. For one or two.

  6. There's nothing at all wrong with being a column, my dear Irish. They are strong, beautiful and supportive.

  7. When the walls parted, it opened my mind to the space and the view. I need the columns to support what I saw....

    Okay, your post was making me pull from my shallow depths.

  8. I'm a parting wall. I suspect that's why my head hurts. Lend me some aspirin will you please.

  9. so much more architecturally interesting than the lowly wall, wouldn't you say?

  10. Ein mal ist kein mal

    it's the second time that makes it

  11. I hope you're doing okay. I'm slightly worried about you.


  12. Columns are strong and supportive. The question is are you fluted?

  13. Columns. Are they Roman or Greek? Are you wearing a toga with that column?


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

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