archite[ks]tures (ATOPIA no. 6 - 11/2004)
architextures enfold and unwrap spaces. As their outside, they constitute space itself. Though a-topic, architextures are the indispensable material counterpart to the immateriality of space. architextures are involved in the formation of all social, historical and cultural spaces. Sometimes as their hidden infrastructure, as the invisible order of signification; sometimes as their utmost visible dimension, as their bi-dimensional interface: architextures are essentially “textures”, the weaved fabric of lines and voids, layers and surfaces. To follow the sinuous folds of these swathes, an archaeology of another kind is needed, an archeology of synchronism dealing with both past and present, an archeology of “synopsism” contemplating both surfaces and grounds.
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Poligraphien. Das Schweigen der Städte |
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Written by Ludger Schwarte (Berlin)
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The question raised by Ludger Schwarte is whether architecture can be analyzed as a kind of language. Starting with a critique of architecture read as a text characterized by semantics and syntax, he moves on to the debate about architecture considered in terms of linguistic metaphor and its disruptive and delocating effect. Finally, he shows the need to understand the essentially performative and virtual character of both language and architecture. It is the task of "architextural" thought to deal with these infinite "poligraphic" writings. |
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Archäologie der Vernunft. Beobachtungen zum Status des Stofflichen im 18. Jahrhundert |
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Written by Stephan Günzel (Berlin)
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In 18th century philosophy - according to Stephan Günzel - architecture and archaeology are but two names for the instigation of enlightenment. Kant's teleologic model of an "architecture" of pure reason cannot be understood without his archaeological investigation of the tectonic masterplan of reason itself. This archaeology though should not, however, be considered as mere historical hermeneutics, but as a "geognostical" insight in spatiality and its groundings. |
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"And the poem stammers" - Archi-writing in Andrea Zanzotto |
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Written by Ulisse Dogà (Venezia/Berlin)
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Andrea Zanzotto (*1921) is one of the leading figures in contemporary Italian poetry but remains oddly unknown, despite translations in several foreign languages. What makes his reception so arduous may reside in the fact that Zanzotto deliberately chose to write extensively in his "Trevigiano" dialect. Dogà interprets Zanzotto's poetry as a shift inaugurating an anarchic literature of "minorization". |
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Vienna, Kundmanngasse 19. The ArchiTexture of the late Wittgenstein |
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Written by Fabian Goppelsröder (Berlin/Paris)
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In 1926 the philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein was to become an architect. Within about two years, the author of the Tractatus logico-philosophicus shaped his sister´s new house in Vienna. Although at first glance the Palais Stonborough seems to be another example of the modern architecture typical for its time, a closer observation reveals the unique character of the house in Kundmanngasse 19. The building is not only architecture but, in a special sense, the architexture of Wittgenstein's later philosophy: its first and perhaps a bit unwilling appearance avant la lettre. |
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Le Corbusier's Concrete Dreams |
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Written by Emmanuel Alloa (Paris/Berlin)
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Along with Oscar Niemeyer's Brasilia, Chandigarh can be considered the vastest achievement of an architectural utopia. After India's independence and the partition with Pakistan, a new capital was needed for Eastern Punjab. After initial projects by Nowicki and Mayer, the Swiss-French architect Le Corbusier took over and according to his conception of ideal architecture, he erected a city made of concrete where there once were paddy-fields. Fifty years later, the dreams have faded but the concrete resists. Emmanuel Alloa reports. |
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Written by Ayumi Morito (Yokohama/Paris)
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Japanese video artist Morita scrutinizes the opaque layers of labyrinthine memories, trying desperately to make her way through the icy maze. Is there something we could ever call "home"? |
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