Themes

Periodically, the editors of this blog (and soon to be site) will be providing you with themes as a source of inspiration. As a return, we would appreciate it if you would send as the product of this inspiration, may it be poetry, prose, image… A selection will be published on the site and we will do our best to publish as many of the contributions as possible on the blog.

Beginnings

For every new beginning something has to end A tree sheds its dead leaves, becoming nutrition for new life. Depressing or hopeful? But before this new beginning, we must face that moment of condensed truth. A point just before a

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Beginnings

For every new beginning something has to end A tree sheds its dead leaves, becoming nutrition for new life. Depressing or hopeful? But before this new beginning, we must face that moment of condensed truth. A point just before a

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seed

i plant my tree not on the slope nor in the lazy river meander i do so on the cliff exposed to wind left to the elements astounding

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seed

i plant my tree not on the slope nor in the lazy river meander i do so on the cliff exposed to wind left to the elements astounding

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dialects of grey*

      behind the blueish/green scaffolding screen an exchange unfolds within a variation on a theme   the stucco facade    RAL 7047    (telegrau 4) the window-frames    Mahoni wood stained 7101    (clear) the interior doorframe, shop

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dialects of grey*

      behind the blueish/green scaffolding screen an exchange unfolds within a variation on a theme   the stucco facade    RAL 7047    (telegrau 4) the window-frames    Mahoni wood stained 7101    (clear) the interior doorframe, shop

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Reading the city in colours

She stood on the threshold of a discovery. The concrete floor of her house was littered with A2-sized tissue paper, 62 times the same drawing, but different, the colours blurring into each other in water. This is where it happened,

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Reading the city in colours

She stood on the threshold of a discovery. The concrete floor of her house was littered with A2-sized tissue paper, 62 times the same drawing, but different, the colours blurring into each other in water. This is where it happened,

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Nine

Nine So many doors For such a small house The table is where the bed is where the sofa is Her head was full Of spaces To eat To sleep To watch her favourite tv show She put her feet

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Nine

Nine So many doors For such a small house The table is where the bed is where the sofa is Her head was full Of spaces To eat To sleep To watch her favourite tv show She put her feet

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shutting up

“When the music’s over Turn out the lights…” –          The Doors   after the intensity of the (always partial) end after anxiety, akin to emptiness after frustration, after fear after doubt and hungry, hungry nothingness comes a sense of stupor

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shutting up

“When the music’s over Turn out the lights…” –          The Doors   after the intensity of the (always partial) end after anxiety, akin to emptiness after frustration, after fear after doubt and hungry, hungry nothingness comes a sense of stupor

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House of Books

She builds houses with books, my girl, she cannot yet read but she knows the constructive power of stories. Some stand straight up, half open, they form hinges of fictional doors and fences (this positioning works perfectly as well for

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House of Books

She builds houses with books, my girl, she cannot yet read but she knows the constructive power of stories. Some stand straight up, half open, they form hinges of fictional doors and fences (this positioning works perfectly as well for

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small and perfect houses

“What shall we do, with all this useless beauty…” – Elvis Costello 1. First is the womb; then, the tomb. Both small and perfect houses, sheltering our eternity (granted the fleetingness of this, ever-infinitesimal tick), gone and morrow. Above and

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small and perfect houses

“What shall we do, with all this useless beauty…” – Elvis Costello 1. First is the womb; then, the tomb. Both small and perfect houses, sheltering our eternity (granted the fleetingness of this, ever-infinitesimal tick), gone and morrow. Above and

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(in)visible: Blindness or an essay on the (innocent) eye….

The following text was kindly submitted to the writingplace by Portuguese architects Carolina Coelho* and Bruno Gil**. With it, we open a series of fascinating contributions to our monthly topic (in)visibility and further initiatives to come. – J.M.H. ***  “The

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(in)visible: Blindness or an essay on the (innocent) eye….

The following text was kindly submitted to the writingplace by Portuguese architects Carolina Coelho* and Bruno Gil**. With it, we open a series of fascinating contributions to our monthly topic (in)visibility and further initiatives to come. – J.M.H. ***  “The

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INVISIBLE SOCIETY

Written by Tadeas Riha (CZ) Inspired by the document: Life and Death in Tanvald Three older Roma men are sitting on a fountain wall in a small, north Bohemian city. The sun is not shining. Innocent picture it may seem.

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INVISIBLE SOCIETY

Written by Tadeas Riha (CZ) Inspired by the document: Life and Death in Tanvald Three older Roma men are sitting on a fountain wall in a small, north Bohemian city. The sun is not shining. Innocent picture it may seem.

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