The modular essay.
A bit part composition
That frames the shored up snows that creep through
And into the assemblage of parts.
It's plane extends as pieces begin to collect, it's dimensions shift and take up new configurations.
I am surprised by its tenacity to cause a frictive sense of generation.
Benjamin was assembling Passagen-Werk. The quotes and scraps cobbled into the famed montage, then the dialectical image. I think of the snowy streets of Paris and the sheltered arcades. The juxtaposed revelation and deceit.
I came upon a modular home one day: it's cubical connections and array of spaces seemed so organized. A veritable spatial neoliberalism.
This two-bit composition: a modelled modular, confirmed through transductive geuss-werk- a veritable political irony.
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