Feb 5, 2022
from the chapter of “the house. from cellar to garret. the significance of the hut” in the poetics of space by gaston bachelard.
[text id: We live fixations, fixations of happiness. We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling those memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.]
#type.#quotes.#gaston bachelard.#okay but this piece of the FIRST CHAPTER absolutely took me out ?#we are Always Near Poets. to take something real and shape it into something that fits into each of our own hearts ?#and home as an idealized 'being' of sorts that holds those memories and ideas of them as safe? as located light / almost.#like a projector that only shows the photos just right when you're in That Space.#something about location and placement and you being there? with having Lived there / and changed sense?#hello i would love to take this and just. create a gallery space around it. with the vibes of such specific comforts?#your kitchen. your bedroom. where you escape when the world is too big. the place just beyond your home that felt like a place to breathe?#to really capture the essence of emotion as perhaps nothing but an expression of poetry. bc yeah! yeah.#to hold the world in your heart is poetry.#and you do it all the time? you do it constantly.#further research.#thoughts and feels folks!!!!!!
