Rem Koolhaas | Junkspace (2001)

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Because we abhor the utilitarian, we have condemned ourselves to a life-long immersion in arbitrariness… The average contemporary lunch box is a microcosm of junkspace: a fervent semantics of health – slabs of eggplant, topped by thick layers of goat cheese – cancelled by a colossal cookie at the bottom… Polarities have become equatorial, nothing left in between. There is nothing between desolation and turmoil, between beauty and crassness. LAX: welcoming – possibly flesh-eating – orchids at the check-in counter…

‘Identity’ is the new junkfood for the disposessed, globalization’s fodder for the disenfranchized.

If space-junk is the human debris that litters the universe, junk-space is the residue mankind leaves on the planet. The built (more about that later) product of modernization is not modern architecture but junkspace. Junkspace is . . . .

An augmented HTML 5 version of Rem Koolhaas’ Junkspace essay from 2002

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For first-ever poet laureate, Hartford taps resident and Norwich Community College professor – Hartford Courant

Frederick-Douglass Knowles II, an associate professor at Three Rivers Community College in Norwich, was appointed by Mayor Luke Bronin.

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The problem bitcoin solves | The Spectator

President Nicolás Maduro of Venezuela, who has overseen the collapse of the country’s currency

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Sunday Poem | 3 Quarks Daily

A Happy Birthday

This evening I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.

I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand.

From Delights & Shadows
Copper Canyon Press, 2004

 

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