Monday, June 28, 2010

lebbeus woods

Architecture and war
are not incompatible.

Architecture is war.
War is architecture.

I am at war with my time, with history,
with all authority that resides in
fixed and frightened forms.

I am one of millions
who do not fit in,

who have no home,
no family, no doctrine,
no firm place to call my own,
no known beginning or end,

no "sacred and
primordial site."

I declare war on all icons and finalities,
on all histories that would chain me
with my own falseness,
my own pitiful fears.

I know only moments,
and lifetimes that are as moments,
and forms that appear with infinite strength,
then "melt into air."

I am an architect,
a constructor of worlds,
a sensualist who worships the flesh,
the melody, a silhouette against
the darkening sky.

I cannot know your name.
Nor you can know mine.

Tomorrow, we begin together
the construction of a city.

Excerpt from War and Architecture (2002) Lebbeus Woods

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