I initially thought that describing it as such unfairly truncates it. The Poetics of Space is usually classified as a book about architecture, but it felt like so much more to me. It called my attention to the beautiful immensity of all these! My copy will continue to be revisited whenever the mind’s eye needs to retrieve lost sparkle.

The world seemed to gleam whenever I looked up from the pages, and after making me sigh over its most elegant passages, it vivified my feelings toward words, my surroundings, light, shade, silence, and toward spaces internal and external, physical and metaphysical. It beckons each of us to become poets, or at least, to listen more to poets. It addresses the musician, the reader, and the many aspects of my being. It reads like a much-needed daydream a daydream that pulled me away from distressing pandemic thoughts and spirited my mind away to an elevated plane.

Inside these pages is a realm where a poet is described as someone who speaks on the threshold of being, where poetry is a commitment of the soul, where an artist is a producer of light, where imagination is believed to augment the values of reality, where art is a phenomenon of the soul and an increase of life, a sort of competition of surprises that stimulates our consciousness and keeps it from becoming somnolent, where art’s intention is to redeem an impassioned soul, and where spaces must be loved.

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