Beloved and contemplated by philosophers, architects, writers, and literary theorists alike, Bachelard’s lyrical, landmark work examines the places in which we place our conscious and unconscious thoughts and guides us through a stream of cerebral meditations on poetry, art, and the blooming of consciousness itself.
Houses and rooms; cellars and attics; drawers, chests and wardrobes; nests and shells; nooks and corners: no space is too vast or too small to be filled by our thoughts and our reveries. (from Goodreads)
While I was researching about dollhouses for my art project, this book was referenced in an article, so I thought it might be worth to read and use in my project. The author researches in poetry and, sometimes, narrative, images about different types of spaces to explain what sentiments and experiences these spaces generate to people. I’m not sure of I’m making any sense…
I’ve been dragging this book since mid-2018. Not that I didn’t like it, it just wasn’t my type of preferred reading. I started it very enthusiastically, and eventually just prioritized other things and the book was left forgotten. Since I’m finishing my project, I wanted to finish it so I could began writing my piece.
In itself it’s a beatiful work. It introduced me to some authors I might like to read more about, and my edition had the extracted fragments of poetry in its original French (translated to Spanish below), so it was an interesting excercise to step up my neglected French a bit.
I can’t think of anyone right now I would recommend this book, as it’s not a reading for everybody, it being mostly philosofical about poetry and spaces, but I’m sure I’ll eventually find someone to pass it along.