THE END IS NEAR

I often tumble through books looking for things to notice and start the day, and most of the time these end up in tumblr, as single image posts should. When they make sense as a story they come here.
But after posting a Greek Orthodox lithograph 
of the ROAD TO HELL, 
the images that followed seemed to me making spooky sense:

from the same book I could not resist THE ROAD TO HEAVEN, as a delusional fantasy happy ending

it seemed there was still a chance of ending up in pink and friendly SPIRITUAL CITY

even little Jesus sat in an interesting chair during his TRIAL

but then, ominously, 

A PNEUMOSMIC ARENA appeared

FINANCIAL MARKETS TUMBLED

a strange wind

blew tumbleweeds into their CATCHER

an innocent white cube caught in the claws of BLACK METAL TECHNOLOGY (an appropriately dramatic ending)

PS: if you could just choose to stop tumbling, then it wouldn't be a tumble would it?

they PUSHED A BUILDING hopelessly

only to see it fold up on itself and 
FAN BACK DOWN TO THE NETHERWORLD

I took a Random Tumbl on a Book Friday

I havent been blogging as much because even if I had resisted Tumblr for the longest time, the fall into the abyss of Social Blogging was innevitable. Tumblr is great for random images that do not seem to be part of a larger post, like this image of a desert settlement from some book I scanned during a library hideout.

Tumbler has a dashboard view, which means you can follow people, so their images enter into your stream and of course your conciousness. This creates a unique combination of specificity and randomness.

Somehow the desert image seemed to lead to a photograph of a photograph ofTahrir square,

logically some pyramids came next,
which I perhaps found on Tumblr itself,
endlessly reblogged through time

they reminded me of some Stanley Tigerman pyramid city
that was lurking in a book-scan folder somewhere

weirdly sequing into a drawing of the Acropolis as a Palace,
as envisioned by megalomanic King Otto

and a plan of the Palace that actually he got, which typologically was a military barracks

morphing into some fake Greek ruins from the fabulous Mexico 68 Olympics,
which was before we all realised that the Olympics are just a big construction scam
to drown dumbass countries into forever debt

and out of nowhere came this image of the Acropolis angrily exploding

then a hand sculpture peeked out from a bad scan
of an intentionally deserted post-modern plaza by Oswald Mathias Ungers

absurdly followed by an exhibition of typewriters on strange marble plinths

and gloriously concluding with some Archizoom Red Square urbanism

PS: A Fish Faucet

Walking in a Parkland of Ecstasy, Delirium and Disjuncture

R. Buckminster Fuller, United States Pavilion, 

World Trade Fair, Kabul, Afganistan, 1956.

Peter Cook, Layer City

Ant Farm, International Design Conference at Aspen, 1970

Robert Smithson, Museum of the Void, 1967

Schöner Wohner oder die Zerstörung des Wohnsarges

(Better Living or the Desctuction of the Living Coffin)

Fragments of a Road Trip