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Techniques Are the Very Basis of Poetry . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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A Dwelling at Human Scale . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The Undertaking of Furniture . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The Plan of the Modern House . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
A Man = A Dwelling; Dwellings = A City: The Plan of a Conternporary
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A House-A Palace: 'fhe Search for Architectural Unity . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
' The Voisin Plan for Pars: Can Buenos Aires Become One of the Great
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with its site the spiritual autocratic weight of the e off ee planters
who formerly gave orders to slaves, and who today are like severe
and insufficiently busy rulers. And Rio is red and pink frorn its
soil, green with its vegetation, blue from the sea; waves break
with a little foam on numerous beaches; everything rises: is.ands
piercing the water, peaks falling into it, high hills and great mountains; its wharves are the most beautiful in the world; the sand )=the ocean comes to the edge of houses and palaces; an immer.se
light puts its motor in yor heart. Ifow powerful, beautiful. anc
stirring is my pyramid of American trophies!
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... At home, in Paris, when I get there in twelve days. it , ..-i-be the Place de la Madeleine and its Christrnas trees, its aspha.:
streaming with rain, the sun rising at ten' J.i' clock and setting a:
four; the shades of winter, the landscape of purgatory. And everything that makes it Pars, the soot and the dirt, and the decaying
buildings. And also that strange precipitation of all the elernents
of the universe that makes Paris the City of Light. Admittedly s:
intellectually, but tra vel shows that in other places, light ...
This intellectual reputation of Pars empowered me to sav
what I had to say ''in the name of . . . '' at Buenos Aires. a;
Montevideo, at Sao Paulo, at Rio. This voyage became a mission.
At moments I was treated officially, without warning (for Cod
knows that I withdraw like the horns of a snail as soon as it is 2.
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am the guest of the Amigos del Arte (Friends of the Arts) and c=the Faculty of Exact Sciences. Nevertheless, now and then. autos
come to fetch me, journalists and flashbulbs, and, in the name e!
a certain committee, I make visits and listen to speeches preceded
by lunches. I had a long conversation with Mr. Luis Cantilo. the
city manager of Buenos Aires, at a moment of my stay when that
gigantic city, one of the most inhuman imaginable, had crushed ,
compressed me enough that I reacted and imagined (quite humbly
something like a remedy. At that site on the Rio de la Plata. one
of the essential points of the globe is being developed. 111 Brazil I
was invited by the state legislature of Sao Paulo, and the gener ous
orator who addressed his speech to me goes on at length (I am
very moved by this) about the impression that was made there. in
1920, by L'Esprit Nouueau, our magazine on contemporary activities. The future president of Brazil, Mr. Julio Prestes, know s the
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chronology of all our efforts ; hefore coming into office, he is already concerned by the important works of city planning he will
have to undertake; he will try through architecture to show how
he envisions the new times. In every big city of South America,
enthusiastic groups are cultivating new ideas. F ermentation is general. At Buenos Aires, the South American Aviation Company had
invited me .to join the inaugural passenger flight to Asuncin in
Paraguay in its ten-seater. The irnpert.urb ably-srnijing captain Almonacijl (how Arabic that sounds), descendant ri one hand of the
northern lndians and on the other of the Cuiraldes, a campo family
from which the poet Ricardo Cuiraldes and his major work Dom
Segunda SJmbra have come, runs the company and sends planes
every day, at 180 kilometers an hour, toward Chile oveathe
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toward Rio, Natal, Dakar, and Paris over the pampa, the rain
forest, and the ocean. This American country is dimensioned for
the plane. lt seems to me that airline networks will becorne its
efficient nervous systern. Look at the map! Everything is gigantic,
and from time to time a town , a city. We know the boastings of
Ulysses in all their details. But I saw, in the home of my friend
Alfredo Conzales Garrao in Buenos Aires, the history of the settlers of Argentina, told by those admirable draftsmen of the Iithographs of the mid-nineteenth century. That odyssey on the pampa
is less than a hundred years old. There are still witnesses in the
depths of the grasslands. There are still in Argentine families the
sons of those who lived it. There are still fabulous people, settled
far away in sorne magnificent estancia (pampa dwelling), reigning
over a ranch or all alone, whose greatness is measured by the
daring they had, by the perseverance, by their isolation. From the
Latecoere plane at 1,200 meters altitude, 1 saw the cities of the
pioneers, rectilinear villages, or farms laid out in a regular checkerboard pattern, and even outposts. An outpost is a house surrounded by orange trees planted regularly, then sorne trails going
to a water hole, then to a field, then to pastures. The plain all
around. Where is the neighbor? Where can one shop? Where is
the doctor'? Where is the girl one would want to love? Where is
the post.man who brings the letters? Nothing, no hope, except in
oneself alone. 1 saw the odyssey of the settlers in the lithographs
of 1830-40. The paddleboat is on the Rio. No pier: special wagons
went into the water to meet the landing boats. The emigrant is
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there with all his gear. He has definitively left everything, everything. He has sailed on the ocean, how many days? We, we took
fourteen days between sky and sea, with nothing in sight; they,
probably five tirnes more. And finally, the flat shore of the Ro
and Bue11<)S Aires on a hitherto unexplored plain. The completely
hostile Indians are everywhere, at the gates of the town. They left
with a few horses , sorne arms, and those enorrnous wagons evok,thg the Huns invading Europe. Roads? ~ut since they themselves
were the first settlers ! The sky of Argentina? Y es, the only great
consolation. For l have seen it, this sky , on the endless plain of
gras1slands punctuated occasionally by a few weeping willows; it
is unl~mited, a_s spar~ling by day a_s by night .it~ith a trans~arent
blue light or with myriads of stars ; it spreads ro all four horizons;
to tell the truth, all this landscape is one single and same straight
line: the horizon. Leafing through the albums of Conzales Garra<),
I said to my friend, ''I'd like to write a book with you who know
this story in all it.s details, whose father and grandfathers took part
in the adventure, illustrated with your detailed docurnents: The
magnificent historv aj the Argentine settlers. ''
From the plane I saw sights that one may call cosrnie. What
an invitation to meditation , what a reminder of the fundamental
truths of our earth ! From Buenos Aires we flew o ver the delta of
the Parana, one of the major rivers of the world; this delta swarrns
with canals, it is cultivated intensely; they raise fruit here, and to
protect the fruit frorn the violent drafts of the Rio, they plant
endless rows of poplars to fence in very small fields. lt takes eight
years for a poplar to grow, the silt there is so prodigiously rich; it
is then worth eight pesos, which it seems is a fortune. From the
plane, this delta reminds me on a bigger scale of French or ltalian
Renaissance engravings in books on the art of gardens. Then we
flew over the Uruguay; we were over it for hours. Then, finally,
the Paraguay River, which is at its end here, at the confluence
with the Parana that continues indefinitely to the north, into the
tropical rain forest of Brazil until very near the Amazon. The
course of these rivers, in these endless flat plains, demonstrates
peacefully the inevitable consequences of the laws of physics; it
is the law of the steepest gradient, and then, if everything becomes
really flat, the affecting theorem of the meander. 1 say theorem,
because the rneander resulting from erosion is a phenomenon of
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From d plane, one understands still many other things:
The earth is like a poached egg, it is a liquid spherical mass
contained in a wrinkled skin. The Cordillera of the Andes or the
Himalayas are nothing but wrinkles; sorne of the folds of the wrinkles are broken, that is the reason for those daring outlines of rock
that give us an idea of the sublime. Like the poached egg, the
earth is saturated with water on its surface; this is constantly in
the process of evaporating and condensing. From a plane you can
see on the plains of Uruguay the clouds that will sadden a home,
or assure abundant crops, or rot grapevines; or that encounter of
clouds which results in lightning and thunder, feared as if gods.
At this extreme hour, just before sunrise , the cold is at its worst;
it is the longest moment since sunset; the sleeper pulls his woolen
blanket closer, and the tramp sleeping outdoors curls up like a
fetus. The water vapor in suspension in the atmosphere is precipitated and suddenly the whole earth is covered with water: dew.
And at this moment, like a cannonball, the sun bursts up at the
very edge of the horizon. See how it is advancing fast; it is dizzying; one has the impression that it took a leap to come up! But no,
that impressive speed, which one can measure on the line of the
horizon, is its usual one, but seeing the vault of the sky, one thinks:
''The distance is enough for the whole day. '' To observe that extreme speed of the sun is to realize the speed, the transience of
our lives and the irreparable loss of time. How severe that is: the
irreparable l<)SS of time! The sky was clear, orange at the eastern
end, full of a blue light everywhere, without a stain, and our plane
in full iov. Now it is ten o' clock: blue everywhere, above and
below, except in front of us. We are in a line of clouds, a heavy
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line, facing us, all around us. This line of clouds is not cornpletely
opaque; looking clown through it is a marvelous sight: the plain of
Uruguay is an immense panther skin, green and yellow from its
lit-up pastures spotted by an infinite number of circles of seerningly black shadows. How black and thick the shadows of clouds
are on the earth and on cities. These innumerable circles are all
the same size. The dew has begun a new metamorphosis and a
magic has taken over, militarized it, for.med it into squadrons. This
-~putting in order is striking. -Here is' therefore a clear expression of
a uniform repartition (dew), then a first state of grouping: equality,
concentration around a center, creation .of different centers, an
orginal form of government made up of administrative units.
Events don't stop there; great uncontrollahlq phenomena follow:
the sun bursts through, gnaws, churns the atmosphere, density
operates, the masses of unequally dense air glide over each other.
There are even sorne steep dizzying slides. The peaceful adrninistration of srnall clouds was subjugated by an irresistible power,
there are meetings, adhesions, annexations, coalitions. Now in the
afternoon, the colossal masses of mobilized clouds, an army of
comba t. And here are the storm, the encounter, the shock, the
noise, the fire of lightning.
Events that sharpen the curiosity of a planner on a lecture
tour!
Here, the poached egg inclines us to melancholy, even to
despair; 1 believe the ''poached egg'' is neurasthenic. Let your
poached egg rot, or, if you are short of time, remember the appearance of your mother's jarns ; formerly, pots of jam were covered
with a paper soaked in alcohol or in milk. And a few months later,
a frightful mold had grown on the paper. The rain forest, the
exuberant vegetation of the meanders, are the molds on our earth.
There are the palm trees ! The American palm tree grows naturally
in accordance with a law I do not understand, on plains, widely
and regularly spaced in the midst of arid stretches of meager pastures. There are estuaries, junctions, and also, at regular intervals,
reeds in. great concentric closed circles, absolutely round, like
atolls of coral in Polynesia. There are the plains: the shades of
grass indica te the degree of humidity in the soil. All biology, all
fundamental organic life is evident from above: beautiful fields or
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the ground. The earth is not a uniforrn green; it has all the veinings
of rotting bodies. Elegant palm trees, flowering fields, majestic
rivers or charming streams, rain forests, forms that, below and
close up, give sensations of nobility, exuberance, the opulence of
life-you, trees, all of you, seen from the sky, seern nothing but
mold. And you Earth, Earth so desperately clamp; you are nothing
but mold! And your water, in vapor or in liquid, manipulated by
such a faraway star, brings you, all at the sarne time, joy or melancholy, a'f,undanl~e or misery.
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The indifferent plane also shows us for hours the great floods
of the Parana and the Uruguay. This Iimitlessearth'belongs to the
daring settlr who enters it on foot with his eye on the level of the
reeds. The settler stops; here , he says, is fertile soil. ~ater is not
far off, etc.' etc. If you had seen the anguishing rise 'of water in
these immense plains! This one is lucky; the layer of liquid
stopped a hundred meters from him. But that one? The ridge of
his roof rises ahove a yellow flood, as do the green tops of his
orderly plantation of orange trees. He must have fled the encirclement in a hurry. His cattle are drowned. From the plan e, I saw a
roof in the middle of an immense lake. No other farms at enormous
distances. He was a daring settler. At Montevideo, capital of Uruguay, where there is no census, do they know what was probably
the epic of this pioneer who had spent his life building houses,
raising cattle, planting trees? City novelists, with your adulteries
and academic virgins, there are suhjects for epics when one sees
the world from above.
At 500 to 1,000 meters altitude, and at 180 to 200 kilorneters
an hour, the view from aplane is not rushed but slow, unbroken,
the most precise one can wish: one can recognize the red or black
spots on a cowskin. Everything takes on the precisin of a tracing;
the spectacle is not rushed hut very slow, unhroken; along with
the plane, it is only the steamer on sea or the feet of the pedestrian
on a road that can give what may he called sight at human scale:
one sees, the eye transmits calmly. Whereas what I call inhuman
and hellish are th.~ sights offered from trains and automobiles,
even bicycles. I exist in life only if I can see.
Thus leaving all vehicles behind and depending only on my
legs, I left for Asuncion to see the homes of the lndians. In this
country the lndian ancestry seems to be predominant. Asuncion!
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Tell :rrt~ if the taste of the cooking of the big international
hotels, cooking with that Brillat-Savarin sauce and theJindigesti<.)n
due to the goose liver paste with truffles, doesn't throw up in you
when facing these jaundices of the Salon des Artists Francais.
Tell me if you find Brillat-Savarin in the porches of Chartres
or Vzelay? They are from before the acadernies, are they not?
And in the Indian masks of the museum of Rio?
Tell me if it is still reasonable to adorn cities with embroidered
flower beds, when contemporary man is so sensitive to spreading
lawns, to a tree whose living scrollwork speaks te> his heart? One
evening in Rio I saw a miserable little park with beds of shaved
lawn, cut up into squares with rounded corners like "Louis XVI
woodwork'' and efforts at 1925-style embroideries. "It was a sports
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turned into a pompous garden. '' I felt strongly then what the academic mummy was.
For twenty-five years I have heard profound musics in the
people under all the skies of the world. I declare: ''I like Bach,
Beethoven, Mozart, Satie, Debussy, Stravinsky." That is classical
music, which is made in the head of a man who has tried everything, measured everything, and who has chosen and created ..
Architecture and music are instinctive manifestations of human
dignity. Through them, mankind affirms ''I exist, I ama mathernatician, a geometer, and I am religious. That means that I believe i11
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Architecture and music are intimate sisters; matter and spirit;
there is architecture in music, music in architecture. In both of
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800 meters altitude, a city hard to understand it appears so oldfashioned despite its skyscrapers and even though its fashionable
neighborhoods are so recent, Sao Paulo is moving. In Brazil (as
well as in Argentina) L'Esprit Nouueau, our magazine of 1920,
aroused desires. These countries, Argentina-old Castile, Brazil old Portugal, have come to the moment when they want to
create their history themselves. The history of a people is never
anything but the expression of a contemporary ideal, a spiritual
fabrtation that is like a doctrine,' a description of oneself, a selfdefinition. History doesn't exist, it is made \lP Thus one sees
arising \pe fiction of "race. '' Travelers , you laugh at Buenos Aires
or at Sao Paulo when an overconfident patriot sings you that song.
Y ou're wrong. For one becomes an American intA,merica even
though one is an immigrant from anywhere. The youth of Sao
Paulo have explained their thesis to me: we are "cannibals."
Cannibalism is not a gluttony; it is an esoteric rite, a communion
with the best forces. The meal was very light; we were a hundred
or five hundred eating the flesh of one captured warrior. This
warrior was brave, we assimilated his qualities; and more so, this
warrior had in turn eaten of the flesh of one's tribe. Thus, in eating
him one assimilated the very flesh of one's ancestors.
The youth of Sao Paulo, calling themselves cannibals, wanted
to express in this way their opposition to an international dissoluteness, by proclaiming heroic principles whose memory is still
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Such a burst of courage is not useless there. I often told them:
''Y ou are timid and fearful, you are afraid. We, the Paris team,
are m<)re daring than you, and I shall explain that to you: for you
the problems are so numerous, so immense, the frontier to be
settled so big, that your energies are immediately diluted by the
dimensions, the size, the quantities, and the distances. Whereas
we in Pars have nothing to do. There is no frontier. The country
is saturated. If you are one person for ten jobs, we are ten for one.
Thus our energies concentrate themselves on themselves, they are
not worn out, -they bend, go clown deep and spring up high, and
we are the daring ones of the world. Paris is without merey; a
pitiless battlefield. It is a place of championships or of gladiators.
We face and kill each other. Paris is paved with cadavers. Pars
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is red from its silt; it is unlimited on all four horizons. W e are
twelve in the cabin; the Argentine sky all around us. The plane of
the wing is parallel to that of the water, the edge of the wing
touches the horizon. Everything is in new materials: pearl, the
aluminum of the wing, the pink water, the transparent sky; lines
.are straight, planes horizontal. The overall feeling is of smooth,.t,iness. The flight is uniforrn, .. continuous; undisturbed.
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is ~11 the ethic of architecture: truth.ipuritv, order, organs ... and
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four hours, who followed, at the tip of my charcoals and chalks,
the frightening steps of logic. For a technique of lecturing had
come to me. I set up my stage: a block of a dozen big sheets of
paper on which I draw in black or in color; a rope stretched across
the stage behind me, on which I have the sheets hung one after
the other as they are filled with drawings. Thus the audience has
the complete development of my ideas facing lt. Finally a screen
for the ~undreds of projections that materialize.jhe preceding reasonings. Each city I visit appears to me under its own light, I feel
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