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Frail things in Eternal Places, the Dialogues blog.

I have added Dialogues to the Art and Image link-set on Poethead, which can be found on the left-hand  column of the main page, or just beneath this post. It’s a wonderful find in my opinion and a good edition to the Art and Image grouping here on the site. I was completely captivated by two essays therein which I am excerpting here :

If the exchange of ideas between architecture, the arts, and the sciences may be described as a trichotomy, it is certainly a complex, fascinating and relevant group of interactions to examine. And if this thesis is an attempt to extricate, firstly, a set of themes through which Architecture may be compared to language, and second, to investigate and question those themes, then it is within the subject of memory that we encounter a most difficult theme. Memory and language are interconnected, even interdependent. Theirs is an interaction studied in disciplines from cognitive neuroscience to philosophy, linguistics and literature. But how does memory, then, relate to architecture, if it does at all? In what ways does it relate? Does its relation exist in the exchange of metaphors or , alternatively, can architecture be a physical manifestation of memories? In the history of architecture memory has been understood, employed and denied in dramatically different ways.

link here to ‘Frail Things in Eternal Places ‘, from the Dialogues blog

The following two links are to another essay on the Dialogues blog, entitled A Connemara Fractal penned by Ian Pollard and including the poem Iar Chonnachta. I hope that readers will go over and examine this wonderful blog. The following is a short piece on the Poem Iar Chonnacht, which is linked below in toto  :

“The poem also considers the often bleak history of a beautiful, unique place on the western seaboard of Europe; where ancient walls made by unknown men protect grazing sheep from a vertiginous demise. This is the real Ireland; seen not as the romantic, pastoral sentence of the peasant’s noble struggle on a land they did not own, but as a place with a social history ravaged by the forces of  isolation, colonial avarice and the vicious and endemic disregard of Ireland’s institutions for the plight of the individual.”

Iar Chonnacht from Mat.zine 5 [Views] .
jpg from Mat.zine 5 [Views]

 

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