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. . . I quote [Le Corbusier?]
(omissions and italics
mine): “Concord between men and machines, sensitivity and mathematics,
a harvest of prodigious harmonies reaped from numbers: the grid of proportions.
This art . . . will be acquired by the effort of men of
good will, but
it will be contested and attacked. . . . It must be
proclaimed by law.”
Art this is called. Its shape is that of tyranny. The social inflexibility
follows from the initial conception of proportion. The line there drawn
between two points becomes first a web and finally three-dimensional. Unless
we find some way to get out we’re lost. The more glass, I say, the
better.
Not only the windows, this year, even though they’re small, will open:
one whole wall slides away when I have the strength or assistance to push
it. And what do I enter? (It draws me like a magnet.) Not proportion. The
clutter of the unkempt forest. . . .
John Cage
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