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"what does it mean to take ones stand under Dionysian...? It means that madness is inherent in life and in order to live with it we must learn to love it. That is the point of honoring it with the name of a god. 'Our greatest blessings,'says Socrates in the Phaedrus,' come to us by way of madness-provided,' he addes, 'that the madness comes from a god.' Dionysus, the god of madness, is also death." | 
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Its like getto Disney done in a brutal way. Found objects from discarded cities equip the low budget frontiersmen with objects of our brutal decay. 
"Architecture is a social art, it becomes an instrument of human fate because it not only caters to requirements of shapes it conditions our responses. It can be called reflective because it mirrors a program of conduct and living. At the same time this art if a planned enviroment does more, it also programs our daily conduct and our entire cilivized life. It modifies and often breaks earlier established habit." Survival through Design-1954 

"Composers, artists, or architects in a compound begin to have instincts of the medieval clergy, much of whose activity was devoted exclusivelly to seperating itself from the Mob. Fro Mob, substitute bourgeosie and here you have the spirit of avant-gardism in the 20th century," cried Wolfe cast in the shadows of our cities... from our house to bauhas 
"...the philophers way in all ages has been by erecting certain edifices in the air: but, whatever practice and reputation these kind of structures have formerly possed, or may still continue in, not excepting even that of Socrates, when he was suspended in a basket to help contemplation, I think, with due submission, they seem to labor under two inconveniences.. First, that the foundations being often out of sight, and ever out of hearing. Secondly that of materials, being very transtory, have suffered much inclemency's of air." What comes of all this, as I read back a history whence i came; I can not sleep tonight. Hence-forth? Is this a moment of pathering up the past, or shall it be ignored."You may securely display your utmsot rhetoric against mankind, in the face of the world; tell them, 'That all are gone astray: that there is none that doth good, no not one; that we live in the very dregs of time." But still, "the designers sit/ hunched in the drawing offices/ one wrong figure, and the enemies cities will remain undestroyed." Come hide in the Wood of Lebbeus and unfold the Janus of technology. Lets struggle to restore the very idea of the city to a humanizing terrain, implicitly criticizing its decay into a receptacle for the irrational. The craft and casual decay of the urban fabric retain everywhere the evidence of the hand. The unseen imagined hand of making. The hand of citizenship which has been averted. dystopia in the woods Urban Consciousness
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"on this last journy in the old sense, these last literary wanderings of an outsider, there is an increasingly claustrophic sense that the old America of hopes and promises and dreams and endless traveling and last frontiers is slowly shutting down, becoming small and mean, pinched and cruel." is9 home page 
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