Thursday, September 29, 2011

in the bedroom, i consider and i change...

The voices of the past do not sound the same in the big room as in the little bed chamber, and calls on the stairs have yet another sound. Among the most difficult memories, well beyond any geometry that can be drawn, we must recapture the quality of the light; then come the sweet smells that linger in the empty rooms, setting an aerial seal on each room in the house of memory. Still farther it is possible to recover not merely the timbre of the voices, "the inflections of beloved voices now silent" but also the resonance of each room in the sound house.  -The Poetics of Space, Gaston Bachelard.


 







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