"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet
Showing posts with label pattern. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pattern. Show all posts

11 June 2024

Solution.


Each pattern describes a problem which occurs over and over again in our environment, and then describes the core of the solu­tion to that problem, in such a way that you can use this solution a mil­lion times over, without ever doing it the same way twice.

The pattern concept can usefully be contrasted with the idea of a rule. A rule indicates what is to be done in a given situation. A pattern raises issues that may need attention and provides ideas and examples of what could be done to address them. Thus, while a rule bypasses people’s intu­itions, a pattern calls upon these intuitions and attempts to educate and strengthen them in the process of solving the problem. 

Christopher Alexander, from A Pattern Language

16 November 2017

Vermiculate.


Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.

Cormac McCarthy, from The Road

23 June 2016

Burgeoning.


If I love order, it's not the mark of a character subjected to an inner discipline, a repression of the instincts. In me the idea of an absolutely regular world, symmetrical and methodical, is associated with that first impulse and burgeoning of nature.  The rest of your images that associate passion with disorder, love with intemperate overflow -- river fire whirlpool volcano -- are for me memories of nothingness and listlessness and boredom.

Italo Calvino