the poetics of everyday life

%%orange%%i woke up to the sun coming up over the mountains, slowly bringing light into the valley and into our bedroom window%%. our bedroom is a small space. wooden floors, brick and adobe walls, and a lovely wooden roof with long, angled vigas. waking up here, each morning brings a poem. this morning i was thinking about two books that had a big impression on me in my younger years studying geography: %%purple%%the poetics of space%%, %%green%%by gaston bachelard%%, and %%purple%%tender buttons%%, %%green%%by gertrude stein%%. where the poetics of space offers a philosophical framework, tender buttons works perfectly within and elaborates that framework. my house is its own universe: In this dynamic rivalry between house and universe, we are far removed from any reference to simple geometrical forms. A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space. %%purple%%bachelard%% i am the centre and author of my dwelling: If the centre has…