Wabi-sabi is a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete.
It is a beauty of things modest and humble.
It is a beauty of things unconventional.
Charles Simonds began building clay villages, ruins and what he termed ” dwellings for imaginary civilizations of little people” in the 70′s, in New York.
His microscopic urban interventions at one point could be found, among others, in Paris, Venice, Shangai, Dublin.
They are now housed as prestigious artifacts in art collectors’ homes and museums (like the Whitney in NYC).
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Watch the video: Dwellings 1972
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I knead essays at night
dream perfect poems–
I make collages of languid bathroom quotes,
Night drunk with words,
your eyes are full of them–
nestled in the cup of your arms
A word thief,
of raspberry essence–
the poetry of portugal:
“Your toes are
Sita to Shiva…”
You say I’m used to you like my mandatory doppio cappuccino,
Sarah’s velvet voice,
You say my poems always have three words:
almonds, apricot, oil.
Here you go:
Downtown is on fire
Your almond eyes float like moons
Your skin is oil on water,
Berkeley, August 2011