notes from the introduction

i'm done the introduction of the poetics of space and it's far denser than the first few pages of the book, thankfully.

as i gear up to research a grant to allow me to travel to {remember}, photograph {take} and write {create} in my hometown of bayou la batre, alabama, i am becoming clearer on my purpose in going down there through bachelard's words.

a few moments that stand out from the introduction:

not only our memories, but the things we have forgotten are "housed." our soul is an abode. and by remembering "houses" and "rooms," we learn to "abide" within ourselves...[the houses] are in us as much as we are in them.

on whatever theoretical horizon we examine it, the house image would appaer to have become the topography of our intimate being.

art, then, is an increase of life, a sort of competition of surprises that stimulates our consciousness and keeps it from becoming somnolent.


and that's what i have for now.