Youtz / twilight / twig / antenna
On the other side of the castle
Argyle House, Edinburgh
Oblique rain
fall in the glitch
land (e)scape(s)
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Now playing: The Bug vs Earth – ‘Other Side of the World’ from Concrete Desert.
Tag: Brutalism
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The eternal return
of the ephemeral
autumn ballet
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At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost
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all around
a shedding of leaves
my green cloak
growing heavier
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I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature
Friedrich Nietzsche
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Even decay is a form of transformation into other living things, part of the great rampage of becoming that is also unbecoming
Rebecca Solnit
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almost dark
listen – in(g)
to the huddled whispers
of the forest flock
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autumnal portal
a suggestion of russet
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Above the roof of Ian Hamilton Finlay’s ‘Temple of Apollo’ at Jupiter Artland
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Flooding the fissures
of the stone house
Liquid light
rippling the air
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(Redux) When natural cycles turn, brutalist windows can dream of (autumn) trees…
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Now playing: Laura Cannell – ‘Born from the Soil’ from Beneath Swooping Talons.
Walking up Lady Lawson Street in Edinburgh, I stopped for a closer look at Argyle House, an office block dating from 1968, designed by the architectural practice of Michael Laird & Partners. The building has many critics and is often described as an ‘eyesore’ and one of Edinburgh’s ‘ugliest buildings’. It appears to exist under a constant threat of erasure from property developers, and the City of Edinburgh Council, proposing new (re)development schemes.
The façade which borders the north side of West Port and the junction of Lady Lawson Street is very much of the brutalist box style. All right angles, rectangular windows and the material heft of concrete and harling.
Today, walking in behind the building, I see it from a different angle. The hidden curves, the windows as light reflecting scales. It takes on the appearance of some brutalist insect, flexing its wings, as if about to fly.
Now playing: Asva – Futurists Against the Ocean.
Murdo Eason - From Hill to Sea 
