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prologue: first things
"The beauty of architecture," to
repeat Louis Kahn's captivating insight, "is that it deals
with the recessions of the mind from which come that which is not
yet said and that which is not yet made." Seen in these
terms, architecture deals rather directly with the dilemma of origins.
It also deals with the archetypes in and through which the images
of those origins are brought once again into the present. The primordial
image that holds those recessions of the mind is that of the primitive
hut. The simple, one-room hut is architecture's first artifact:
the aedicula. The stories of its origin set up architecture's
enduring and central mythology.
The first house is that mythology, the magical place
where the dreams of architecture meet the facts of nature and the
circumstances of culture. It is the place where the ideas and elements
of architecture combine to become a great event in the mind. It
is the place where we dwell, where we abide, and where we encounter
our selves. Its presence as a theme in the realm of architecture
has been persistent and powerful, as life affirming and life giving,
a place for living in. We delight in its firmness and commodity
as well as its permanence and our ease.
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The image of the first house also holds within itself
the significant discourses with which architects have preoccupied
themselves in the course of their own unique history. The discussion
of the transactions which take place between site and program, nature
and culture, ideas and facts, image and reality, space and place,
order and chaos, technology and craft, and dwelling and building
exist as the central preoccupations and perpetual possibilities
of architecture. Included are its artifacts, its ideology, its very
profession and its complex internal life, fig. 1.
Louis Kahn also commented that "when you
make a building, you make a life. And it talks to you!"
To build is to give life. It is to call forth a life and to embody
and instance it in the world. All things though, as the archetypal
psychologist James Hillman reminds us, have a shadow. In making
a building and thus making a life, one inevitably shapes the end
of that building, the end of that life. Within the compelling idea
of the first house - the house at the beginning of time - is buried
the equally compelling image of its shadow: the house at the end
of time. This is a place for dying in. Its fragility and hostility,
its ephemeral and temporary aspects, change our delight to anxiety,
our ease to dis-ease.
In the essay Inside Fear, Anne Troutman describes
this 'other house':
I do not believe the house is a safe place.
For me, it is a collision of dream, nightmare and circumstance:
a portrait of an inner life. The primal shelter is also the site
of primal fears. Its interiors are a map of the conscious and
the unconscious: of their securities and insecurities. There is
danger in the house. Closets, hallways, stairways, doors and windows,
attics, basements, eaves and cabinets expand and contract with
fear and desire. They are the night side of the house, in which
the identity and security of domestic life is symbolically tested:
they form another realm where daily life is displaced, condensed,
fragmented. Within every contented home there resides the house
that anxiety built and buried to counterbalance the security of
the known self.1
The House at the End of Time: Douglas Darden's
Oxygen House is about that last house. Instead of dealing with
the pervasive image of the house as 'home, sweet home,' it deals
with the images found in its shadow. It is about the house that
anxiety designed, and buried. Instead of being concerned with a
house for living in, it deals with a house for dying in. And not
just a house for dying in, but a house for being buried in, entombed
in. In that house, the image of home is not longer sweet, secure
and comforting. It is dangerous, treacherous and disquieting. It
is 'home, wicked home.'
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This 'home, wicked home' is called Oxygen House.
It is a two-room house that is located at both the end of a time
and at the end of a history. It is the archetypal last house. Douglas
Darden, a young and very talented architect, designed the house
for Burnden Abraham, a disabled signalman for the Southern Pacific
railroad, on a site near Frenchman's Bend in rural northern Mississippi.
The drawings were completed in 1998. Abraham died shortly after
the footings for the house were poured. The construction of the
house was abandoned. Oxygen House was not built, fig. 2.
Burnden Abraham was confined to an oxygen tent because
of disabling chest injuries. Those injuries were caused by the derailment
of a Southern Pacific train on precisely the spot that was later
intended as the site for his house. The house he wanted was to be
his oxygen house: a shelter and setting that would sustain and support
his life. It was to be, quite literally, the place that 'held' his
breath and gave him life. He also asked that the house be transformed
into his sepulcher and his tomb at his death. This was to be a house
that would hold and mark the end of a history, Abraham's history.
Following are discussions of the literary and figurative
origins of the project and the architectural tactics and instruments
used to order its composition. These enact, embody and instance
the 'soft' technologies that support and sustain the project's existence
as a work of architecture. In The Question Concerning Technology
Martin Heidegger develops two very careful interpretations of the
term techne and discusses two markedly different attitudes towards
technology itself. In the first, he links the words techne and poiesis,
and writes of technology's inherent purpose as that of revealing
things. In this case, technology serves to fashion and fabricate
revelations about the essential nature of things and show them forth.
In the second, he connects techne to episteme and discusses technology
as a means of challenging things. Here, technology confronts, opposes,
interrogates and subordinates the essential qualities of things.
The technologies that support the design and construction of Oxygen
House embody both attitudes. Therefore, the house functions as revelation
and as interrogation. Daedalus, architecture's mythic ancestor,
was accused of fashioning opera contra naturam, works contrary to
nature, works that challenged nature. Oxygen House fits within this
archaic tradition of architectural alchemy, but in the end uses
its architectural confrontations and challenges to carefully reveal
aspects of human nature and culture. It brings these to light, illumines
them, and honors them.
Letters, notes, photographs, sketches, and final
drawings from the architect's archive are used in The House at
the End of Time to build an image of the house and its intentions.2
This is in a sense an exegesis: a careful reading and analysis of
the texts themselves. The role of the text was of paramount importance
in all of Douglas Darden's work. The essay presents the house using
the words of its architect, the voice of his client, and a range
of other images and texts that embody and support Oxygen House's
different constructions. Darden's words, images and texts used to
construct this essay are found in the O2 project file in the architect's
archive. They are organized under a series of headings that reflect
their genealogy: texts, pre-texts, con-texts, sub-texts, and archi-texts.
They will be presented in that order in this essay although they
do not necessarily appear in that order in his papers.
texts:
This description of the house and the circumstances
leading to its design were found in the O2 project file. Between
1991 and 1995 Darden repeatedly published articles describing the
project. He also left copious notes about it. For example:
Oxygen House is perched on a depressed flood
plain north-northwest of Frenchman's Bend, Mississippi. The structure
is designed for Burnden Abraham, an ex-train signalman, who must
live in an oxygen tent. In the early spring of 1979, after torrential
rains, the railroad tracks on which Abraham worked were flooded.
They were never fully repaired. That following summer during a
routine operation, Abraham suffered a collapsed lung when a train
jumped the track and sent metal debris puncturing his right lung.
Three years later the railroad company put the property up for
sale. Abraham purchased the plot where once he had worked. He
requested that his house be built over the scene of his near-fatal
accident. Abraham also requested that he finally be entombed in
the house.
The house is arranged as a near triptych comprised of an open-air
blockhouse, a live-in nurse' station, and a drum-torso encircling
an oxygen tent. The functions of the house are organized around
three sets of lines which are drawn in relation to the derelict
railroad tracks and a living willow tree.3
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The following letter was written by the client,
Burnden Abraham, and sent to the architect from Abraham's hospital
room in Byhalia, Mississippi. It records his thoughts about the
chosen site and his impending death:
July 6, 19794
Dear Mr. Darden:
Today, my nurse, sister Jewel, and I went down from the hamlet,
following the path as good as she could push me and my rolling
chair. It was my third visit to the place where I was almost killed
three years ago. Anyone watching us from the bluffs could have
seen Jewel's straw-colored hair blowing more than a full head
above my own in the dust.
You can still see the faint depression of the wash baked brick-hard
by the heat, which undermined the tracks. The tracks run straight
as a plumb line, crossed by the wash. I can now look calmly at
the break in the line. My chest no longer goes chuck chuck chuck.
I am doing the right thing to purchase this plot for my house.
Close to the break, in the center of the plain, is an old blockhouse.
A path now circles the house at four soft right angles and goes
on across the plain again. The blockhouse is square, with a broken
roof set at a single pitch; it leans in empty dilapidation in
the sunlight with a single broad window in two opposite walls
giving onto the approaches of the tracks. You should have seen
Jewel step through the window in a single stride while I took
in the shimmering willow beyond.
Jewel tells me that there once was a spring next to the willow.
Even from the foot of the bluffs you can see its branches move
as gracefully as Addie's curtains. Mostly all that is here is
this tree, the tracks, and the sand.
You have asked me to share with you my thoughts about death. Now
is not the time for this. I have lived for too many months thinking
in a fury that I had only a few days--sometimes only a few hours--to
live. I was a bubble.
I can only say that death no longer threatens me. It runs like
soft gold between the shadow spaces, a diagonal vein passing through
my life. Even though I hardly ever emerge from my tent, this vein
gives me an enduring sense of sound movement, of amazement, and
privilege. Let's go on and build the house.5 (fig.
3)
At some point Abraham made a brief handwritten note
regarding death on an index card which is in the project file. It
quotes a short passage from Alexander Smith's book Dreamthorp.
The words and the thought he sent to his architect were:
"It is our knowledge that we have to die
that makes us human."6
Darden included his own ideas about about the project
in the O2 file. There are three typed documents that shed light
on his intentions for the project. They describe the elements
used to compose the house, the instruments that guided and
controlled the composition, and the operations that established
the program and ritual for the house. These are categorized as:
elements:
Bright Drum-Torso: living chamber for Burnden
Abraham
Stone Fort/blockhouse: burial chamber for Burnden Abraham
Shutter-Gate: live-in nurse's quarters
Oxygen Tank: tent support and nurse's tomb
Lift: circulation and Abraham's tomb
Tar Road: entry/exit to the West
Life-Line: stockpile of oxygen to the East
Derelict Track: broken North-South train line
Wash: dried up tributary of Mississippi River
Spring: source of pure water
Willow: existing tree, deciduous
Spruce: new tree, evergreen
instruments:
life lines: diagonal: Evergreen, lift, bed, and
willow (vertical)
orthogonal: Visitors' tar road (ascending from center, east to
west) finite oxygen stockpile (descending to center, east to
west)
death lines: diagonal: Dried-up wash (horizontal)
orthogonal: Broken tracks (descending from center, north
to south)
mediating lines: diagonal: Live-in nurse's station (vertical/horizontal)
rotational: Nurse's shutter-gate/visitors' stair (view
down/access up) (fig. 4)
operations:
operations during life:
visitor arrives on tar road, heading east
visitor is screened by nurse
nurse releases facade
visitor ascends stair
Abraham receives visitor
visitor leaves Abraham, descends by lift
visitor leaves on tar road, heading west
operations after death:
oxygen tent is dismantled
Abraham is wrapped in tent membrane
Abraham's body is removed and buried in base of lift
Abraham's bed is used to cover the tomb
willow is uprooted
willow is replanted in drum-base, level with field
drum-torso is dismantled
drum-torso relocated over well-spring (fig. 5)
pre-texts:
Douglas Darden used the term pre-text to
mark and isolate the ideas that constituted the origins of his projects.
He used the hyphen quite deliberately to indicate that these texts
were the portents of things to come. They were the heralds of those
things that would emerge as he turned the problem over and became
engrossed in the dilemma of its origins. They were 'pre-' or that
which comes before, that which deals in the archaic, that which
deals with the shadowed regions out of which things come into their
light.
There is also another sense, certainly undeclared,
in which the term pre-text was used in the Oxygen House project.
The dictionary definition of the word 'pretext' reads: 'pre·text:
from prae- + texere to weave - 1513: a purpose or motive alleged;
or an appearance assumed in order to cloak the real intention
or state of affairs.' (my underline)
Our word text has its roots in the idea of weaving
and in the construction of a fabric, a textile. It comes from a
Sanskrit root tekht meaning to weave. The tect in the word archi(tect)ure
comes from that same root, and establishes a connection between
the act of building, tecton, and that of weaving.7
One of the oldest creation stories in existence speaks of this connection
between the acts of building and weaving. It is Sumerian, and deals
with the time of the first appearance of all things. It reads:
when on high the heavens had not yet been named,
and the firm ground below had not been called by name
when no hut had been matted and woven,
when no marsh land had appeared,
and no gods at all had been brought into being,
then it was that the gods were formed within the waters.
We still speak of the fabric of buildings, of buildings
as fabrics, and of fabricating things, affirming the bond between
our intertwined ideas of building and weaving. The compelling images
that come to mind such as the building clothed, the space wrapped,
the interior cloaked, the elements draped as if all were in an exquisitely
and perfectly woven cloth are an integral part of the making of
Oxygen House. They manifest themselves in its ideas, in its elements
and geometries, and in our experience of its disturbing 'life.'
This idea of the pre-text as a cloak in which secrets are wrapped,
in which meanings are hidden, in which truths are shrouded so evident
in this project, is a fundamental characteristic of all of Darden's
projects.
The project files for Oxygen House hold a number
of drawn, handwritten and typed documents and diagrams that are
all labeled carefully as 'pre-texts.' They are the intertwined threads
out of which its validities and truths have been woven and fabricated.
pre-text 1:
This project started with a photograph I took
in 1987 of a little industrial building cast out on an open field
in the country just north of Oxford, Mississippi.8
I don't usually use the word, but I have to say that the building
nearly looked "cute." It was very appealing to me.
I started thinking about this little building and what it was
that had prompted me to photograph it. I wanted to use the building,
to graft it, to turn it into something that was mine and into
something which could reveal why I was attracted to it in the
first place.
As I said, the building sat alone on an open field. Even so, when
I began to think about going inside, I became claustrophobic.
This sensation haunted me as the opposite of my initial attraction.
Here was this structure, which was from the outside one thing,
and from the inside something entirely different. From the outside
I felt free, open, and light; and inside, I felt a deep, dull
pressure. The sensations were not unlike those I imagined I might
feel if I had trouble, on occasion, breathing: as a man might
feel if he had a collapsed lung.
I began to wonder what would happen if a house no longer simple
accommodated life, but was actually crucial for life's sustenance.
It seemed to me then that the house would not only have to anticipate
the longevity of the person living there, but it would also have
to account for the inhabitants death. The house would be a sort
of contest that could quite literally be described as the capacity
to hold one's breath. (fig. 6)
pre-text 2:
In January of 1979 a young signalman named
Burnden Abraham suffered a collapsed lung when a train speeding
next to where he was working jumped the track and sent steel debris
piercing his right lung. Abraham now lives in an oxygen tent.
He is moderately ambulatory, but he cannot climb stairs. For most
of his hours he is confined to a bed. In an interview I conducted
with him in 1988 he told me that he sees death "as a diagonal
line, making its way progressively through my life." Everyday
at least one friend, sometimes two, visit him in his tent. Abraham
has a live-in nurse who feeds and takes care of him. Compressed
oxygen is stockpiled in canisters to the East of his house. The
oxygen in the canister is drawn through a refrigerated tank whose
size describes the amount of oxygen used by an average man during
an average life expectancy of 74 years.
pre-text 3:
To posit the notion of "house" is
to anticipate the LONGEVITY of an idea, of a place, and of a person
or a group of persons living there. In the service of this longevity
the architect uses the timelessness of geometry to both enunciate
and to camouflage the original arbitrariness of the timing of
death.
"Oxygen House" is consequently a contest of endurance
initiated by geometry and waged by construction using temporal
and transitory materials. The limits upon the existence of the
architect's conception and design of the house emerge through
the elaboration of two things: first, the positing of an enduring
metaphor, the lungs, and second, the creation of a terminology
of relationships which have a fidelity to the thing to which the
original metaphor refers: the breath.
The notion of "house" is thus a concentrated exercise
in the context of the architect's breathing in a milieu of conventions:
of limits. The house's center shifts to its periphery. It loses
its place: its breath. It uses the value-laden terminology of
architectural construction to an ironic end. The contest of endurance
initiated by the geometry can be described literally as Burnden's
- and the architect's - capacity to hold his breath in an atmosphere
exhausted by codified volumes.
The project is a concerted exercise in the control of breathing:
of inhalation. The house is a bright illumination which is enclosing
an opaque, shadowed tent: it allows for the expansion of darkness
as a means to extend life. It straddles the gap between out and
in.
pre-text 4: the dis/continuous genealogy:
Douglas Darden's labyrinths for the imagination
Douglas Darden's way of approaching this project
as well as all his projects constitutes a precise method, a mannered
practice. It exists as a personal and highly refined technology.
For Darden, each design project was an opportunity to encounter
architecture. While one could call what he did research in one sense,
the term 'insearch' that the psychologist James Hillman has coined
is perhaps much more appropriate. C.S. Lewis observed that we are
of two minds about things. One of those minds works in the realm
of reason and is in Lewis' words "the organ of truth."
The other of those minds works in the domain of imagination, and
it is "the organ of meaning." Research, as we commonly
understand it, is about discovering, uncovering, and articulating
truth. Insearch, on the other hand, is about encountering, unwrapping,
and assimilating meaning. And Darden's whole being was focused on
the task of unwrapping - untangling is perhaps a better term - architecture's
meanings and realities.
He fervently took to heart the challenge that Martin
Buber articulated in one of his essays: "the only purpose
of the imagination is to imagine the real." Imagining the
real became an exercise in (or is it of) forethought. For Darden
once the project had been made real, there were no afterthoughts.
Because of this, each and every element of a Darden project is essential
to the construction of the whole. One merely has to unravel its
role and purpose.
Darden's work is marked by its relentless pursuit
of meaning. And his consistent and almost obsessive use of the tool
he invented, the dis/continuous genealogy, is the compass that sets
the directions for his architectural wanderings and imaginative
wonderings in search of meaning.
The dis/continuous genealogy is a superposition
of a set of images, each of which holds and carries its own world
of meaning. When these are superposed, they become in a sense a
labyrinth for the mind. The labyrinth is a unique place in which
the imagination can wander/wonder to come upon, encounter and find
unexpected and/or surprising meanings. The genealogy becomes a tangle
of intentions, loose threads left by an attentive Ariadne that one
comes across, follows, and unravels to weave a new set of realizations
about architecture, and about life. Darden never separated the two
and believed that they could not be separated, fig. 7.
He also never forgot that at the labyrinth's center
one always encountered the Minotaur. Through that encounter in the
heart of the labyrinth one must reckon with the difficult aspect
of the self. One is asked to confront and reconcile the tension
between self and other, between the cultured and the wild, between
existence and annihilation, between the known and the unknown, between
love and hate, between hope and despair and, always, between life
and death.
The archetype of the labyrinth frames a lens through
which the intellectual and imaginative potentials of the project
beneath the project can be observed, magnified, studied and clarified.
Mircea Eliade talked about his own life as a series of encounters
with the labyrinth. In his words, a labyrinth is: "defense,
sometimes a magical defense, built to guard a center, a treasure,
a meaning. That symbolism is the model of all existence, which passes
through many ordeals in order to journey toward its own center,
toward itself, toward realization and insight. Once the center has
been reached we are enriched, our consciousness is broadened and
deepened, so that everything becomes clear and meaningful."9
The dis/continuous genealogy, as the specialized labyrinth Douglas
Darden fashioned for Oxygen House, was certainly that.
The four components that in/formed the dis/continuous
genealogy for Oxygen House are exquisitely rendered ink-on-mylar
images of an airship or zeppelin. These are a Westinghouse brake
coupling; a pre-civil war tender used for inspecting and repairing
the railroad's tracks; and a signalman's water cooler and sink.
They are drawn individually, and are then rendered as a composite
drawing in which they are superposed, conflated, and combined. But,
it is not just the images that are being conflated. Each possesses
certain formal characteristics. Each carries carefully chosen ideas,
facts, and memories. And, each provokes a particular feeling and
emotion as one encounters and experiences its particular elements.
The superposition and conflation of these particular forms, ideas,
and experiences creates the dense and tangled web out of which the
project can be woven. They establish the dancing-floor on and through
which an Ariadne can weave her dance. She can find her way through
the labyrinth of the imagination to find the treasure at its center.
And leave a thread/s that one may follow her intricate path.
con-texts:
The term context, or con-text as Douglas Darden
often writes it, can have a range of meanings. The entry for con-text,
as the dictionary defines it, reads: Middle English, weaving
together of words; from Latin 'contextus,' connection of words;
from 'contexere,' to weave together; from com+texere, to weave:
the parts of a discourse that surround a word or passage and can
throw light on its meaning: the interrelated conditions in which
something exists or occurs. Oxygen House clearly uses its con-texts
in this sense, as contrapuntal measures to the shadowed realms that
its pre-texts establish.
The prefix 'con-' carries another conventional meaning:
against or contrary to. It is not used in this sense in the O2 project.
In many ways the con-texts exist to counteract the challenges and
confrontations that the project's architectural alchemies and 'soft'
technologies brought into play. It also, as a form of the prefix
'com-,' carries the meaning of with, together, jointly, and thoroughly.
It is clearly used in this sense in the project.
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The term con has two other meanings, both of which
shed some light on its use in Darden's work. Con, as an intransitive
verb, is derived from the Middle English term connen, an
alteration of the Old English cunnen, which carries the meaning
of to know, to learn, to examine, to test, to study. Con,
used again as an intransitive verb, is derived from the Old French
term conduire, to direct, which is in turn derived from the
Latin conducere, to conduct. In this sense con carries the
meaning to lead, to guide, to direct. The three con-texts that are
a part of the project file certainly do that. They were obviously
noted and carefully filed because they do just that, fig. 8.
There are three photocopied con-texts that are clipped
to the front cover of the project file. The first is an excerpt
from a piece by Klaus Poenicke. Scrawled on a yellow post-it attached
to its reverse and written in red are the words: Yes! Use this!
We are still frail and vulnerable creatures,
bound in the prison of our bodies, subject to infirmity, pain
and the inexorable rule of time. It is the body which, as a system
of openness and high 'imbalance', sustaining a living interchange
with its ever-fluctuating, so-called 'environment,' perpetually
produces feelings of anxiety. But with the triumph of western
logocentrism, technological power and material affluence, we seem
to have lost resilience in accommodating these anxieties.10
The second is a copy of one page taken from Walt
Whitman's Leaves of Grass in the project file. Two disconnected
sections of the poem, nine lines, in the section titled Song
of the Road are marked and underlined. Another a hastily scrawled
note on a post-it stuck to the margin reads: the antithesis of
these lines for house. The lines that are apparently singularly
antithetical to the architect's position read:
I inhale great draughts of space,
the east and west are mine,
and the north and south are mine.
I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.
Now I see the secret
of the making of the best persons,
it is to grow in the open air
and to eat and sleep with the earth.11
The final con-text is a short selection from an
essay by the psychologist Bernd Jager:
Dwelling places the landscape within the tension
of an inside and an outside, of intimacy and alienation, of admission
and rejection. Prior to our capacity to build there lies embedded
in out flesh, as a sign of what is to come, the thresholds which
portent of dwelling. The realm of dwelling is one of discontinuity,
a world of thresholds requiring the interruption of a fall, the
breaking of a straight line. The entire realm is intersected with
curvatures, stops and starts, adaptations, changes of mind, irregular
weavings: quilts. All entry within the realm of dwelling moves
across thresholds. And all crossings of the threshold, all commitments,
require a sacrifice: a death in life.12
These three excerpts establish the interrelated
conditions, the con-texts, within which the project occurs and finds
its validity. They are there to teach and to guide, to test and
direct. They establish the cartography of the projects intentions
and fix the intellectual and emotional directions of the project.
The directions that bind the north and the south, east and the west,
that are powerful portents of Abraham's dwelling.
archi-texts:
Douglas Darden often labeled some thought that came
to him and was subsequently written down on a sheet of trace or
scrap of paper as an archi-text. They were, for Darden, the primary
and original ideas which colored the project. James Hillman, the
archetypal psychologist, uses the Greek word archai often
in his essays and other writings. He uses the term carefully and
deliberately, writing that 'to the ancient greek philosophers,
archai are the basic elements out of which experience is made.'
Archi or archai is often translated
as chief or as first but it also carries the meaning of primordial,
or original, or basic. Tectus, from tekht, means to
build. It also means to weave. The archi-tectus may be seen
as the chief builder or master fabricator. That is the conventional
translation and interpretation of the word architect. But - and
it is a significant but - the archai-tectus can also be seen
as the weaver (tecton) of the basic elements (archai)
out of which our experience of our world is fabricated. This is
perhaps a more accurate rendering of the term than the first, conventional
interpretation. It is also, perhaps, in this second sense that we
should read and interpret all of Darden's archi-texts. They constitute
the basic elements out of which our experience of the project and
its world are made.
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There are a series of handwritten archi-text notes
in the file and on the preliminary drawings that deal with the project.
Two of those record Darden's reflections and realizations on the
subject of death and its relation to architecture and the project.
The first one, undated, reads:
It is a fear in our stomachs that teaches us
to build.
To build shelter to absolve and dissolve our fear,
and to domesticate risk.
What if the systems through which we build
were reversed and put at risk,
so that the work of architecture returned us to that fear, to
that anxiety,and had us see it in a new way.
A way which reconstituted the fear and also
gave it a breath: a life.
That life would, by necessity, have to
incorporate its own perennial death.13 (fig. 9)
The second, again undated, reads:
Death works its way through our lives on a
diagonal line; it rarely plunges as abruptly as a vertical loss
or a horizontal equivalence. Death, in other words, permeates
life: we straddle it and we feel the shadow of life passing all
the time. In Cocteau's words, "each day in the mirror I watch
death at work." The shortness of the moments of existence
between birth and death are the inhalation: we live in the space
between breaths: between their in and their out.14
There are two other short notes that deal with the
project itself:
I believe that a work of literature can not
only be a source of inspiration for an architectural project,
but that a literary work can more directly in-form architecture:
that is, a novel can be the veritable client for a building's
design. This project will be derived from literature!15
The man (Abraham) has had his life shaken up and this suggested
to me that, in his house, I could put into play - or perhaps risk
- the systems that quietly give us peace in the normal world.16
In addition to these handwritten notes, there are
four images of the Hindenberg in the file that clearly speak to
the project in a range of ways. One is an archival photograph of
the airship at the instant of its destruction. It is a remarkable
picture, showing the airship as it explodes/implodes and loses its
air, loses its breath. The other three are images of the Hindenberg
in its hanger. One shows the Hindenberg without its cover, exposing
the airship's structural frame: its skeleton and 'rib cage.' Another
shows the Hindenberg 'clothed.' Its cover a taut skin that wraps
its delicate frame and contains its air, holds its breath. The last
image is one of the interior of the airship, with its cover loosely
draped within its skeletal frame just before the airship's finely
woven skin was wrapped tightly over the ribs of its steel cage.
The image is disquieting and disturbing. It reminds one of the folded
and 'draped' interior of a lung. It embodies the feeling held by
the words Darden used to describe the little industrial building
he encountered in that field outside Oxford with startling clarity:
I became claustrophobic... I felt a deep, dull pressure...The
sensation was not unlike that I imagined I might feel if I had trouble,
on occasion breathing: as a man might feel if he had a collapsed
lung.
sub-texts:
Douglas Darden talked frequently about his preoccupation
with exposing architecture's underbelly. He was not at all ashamed
of his obsession with those things that lay below the surfaces of
convention. The things that existed in the realm beneath the conscious,
in the Piranesi-like understories of architecture's secret, shadowed,
and hidden intentions. He used architecture to expose architecture:
to probe the project beneath the project, the program behind the
program, the building beneath/within the building. Each project
as a result had a set of clear sub-texts - the private stories beneath
the public tale. There are a range of documents in the project file
that illuminate this 'private' reading of the project and that unwrap
the dilemma of its origins.
sub-text 1:
In 1994 Oxygen house was published in the literary
journal Southern Quarterly. Darden wrote a letter to the
editor on May 25, 1993, to place the project (and indeed all of
his work) within an intellectual context and an architectural agenda.
That context 'straddles the gap' between architecture and
literature. In that letter, he discusses the connections between
literature and his work, and reveals the nature of the sub-text
that informed its intentions and design. He writes:
This project displays my ongoing concern with
architecture and its broader relationship to narrative space.
Although I was "formally trained" as an architect, I
have produced over the past ten years a number of theoretical
projects which have been grounded in works of literature. One
of my undergraduate degrees was in literature, and I continue
to read avidly. More importantly, literature continues to create
an agenda for representation which I deem to be pertinently as
large as life. I want architecture to have that same agenda and
literature has thus been my inspiration and, effectively, my sponsor.
"Oxygen House" is an attempt to draw in architectural
terms a parallel text from William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying.
I have not sought to make a set of illustrations for Faulkner's
novel, but, rather, I have endeavored to make a somewhat oblique
equivalent to the story's effects in the configuration of architectural
space. "Oxygen House" is at, once a meditation on the
so-called death of the South and on the more general, deeply overlapping
terrain of fact and fiction, the real and the invented.
The impetus for the project came out of my attraction for literary
maps. Specifically, I mean the kinds of maps drawn to accompany
works of fiction, such as Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings, Ursula
LeGuin's Earthsea trilogy, and, most of all, Faulkner's map of
Yoknapatawpha County, in which so many of his novels' characters
live. Faulkner's map impresses me the most for its ability to
set up reverberations and adumbrations with today's South. Whether
the map is real or not quickly flies from my concerns. It is carved
out of a territory which is wholly true, and that is what matters.
I have attempted to carve a similar territory through Oxygen House.
The central character- client is a man named Burnden Abraham who
is terminally ill. I had three concerns in designing the work
of architecture. Firstly, I sought to design a house for a man
who could not stand up, that is, for a man who had to live his
life horizontally in bed: lying. [and dying.] Like Addie Bundren,
Burnden Abraham is 'propped on the pillow, with her/his head raised
so that she/he can see out of the window as her/his curtains move
gracefully in the breeze.'
Secondly, I wanted the house to convey the bittersweet balance
between Abraham's life and his death: the house had to be his
life-support system by which he would be completely dependent
upon the architecture for his bodily existence, as well as eventually
be his tomb.
Lastly, I wanted a woman to act as a hinge for the man, mediating
between his survival and his expiration. In Abraham's case, the
space of the live-in nurse acts as a third element which binds
his bedroom and burial place, functioning much like the gap we
find between our own inhalations and exhalations. It is that gap,
a pause, which signals the real possibility of breathing, and
of its end.17
sub-text 2:
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Oxygen House is an architectural text that parallels
William Faulkner's As I Lay Dying which is the tale of the
death of Addie Bundren and of the saga of her burial. Burnden Abraham's
letter to his architect is one clear example of the simultaneity
that occurs between the texts. There are multiple copies of Abraham's
'letter' in the project file. One of those is a typed manuscript
literally covered with handwritten corrections. The text has been
extensively reworked, not just once, but over, and over, and over
again. Quite often the final version returns to its pure, original
and unchanged state. At other times, consistent changes are made
to adjust the text's meaning, and to redirect its flow. If one reads
the first chapter of As I Lay Dying carefully, and then reads
the letter attentively, one cannot help but be struck by the correspondences
and analogies that appear. Abraham's letter - or rather Abraham's
letter as Douglas Darden writes it - takes the first chapter of
Faulkner's novel, isolates, and subtly changes some of its phrases.
It then weaves them back together to fashion the text of the letter,
fig. 10.The underlined phrases in the letter's text as it appear
below show the fragments from Faulkner's original, and map their
re-weaving so that they can speak with the echoes of Abraham's voice,
and Abraham's heart, and Abraham's soul:
Today, my nurse, sister Jewel, and I went
down from the hamlet, following the path as good as she could
push me and my rolling chair. It was my third visit to the place
where I was almost killed three years ago. Anyone watching
us from the bluffs could have seen Jewel's straw-colored hair
blowing more than a full head above my own in the dust.
You can still see the faint depression of the wash baked brick-hard
by the heat, which undermined the tracks. The tracks run straight
as a plumb line, crossed by the wash. I can now look calmly
at the break in the line. My chest no longer goes chuck chuck
chuck. I am doing the right thing to purchase this plot for
my house.
Close to the break, in the center of the plain, is an old blockhouse.
A path now circles the house at four soft right angles and goes
on across the plain again. The blockhouse is square, with a broken
roof set at a single pitch; it leans in empty dilapidation in
the sunlight with a single broad window in two opposite walls
giving onto the approaches of the tracks. You should have seen
Jewel step through the window in a single stride while I took
in the shimmering willow beyond. Jewel tells me that there
once was a spring next to the willow. Even from the
foot of the bluffs you can see its branches move as gracefully
as Addie's curtains. Mostly all that is here is this tree,
the tracks, and the sand.
You have asked me to share with you my thoughts about death. Now
is not the time for this. I have lived for too many months thinking
in a fury that I had only a few days--sometimes only a few hours--to
live. I was a bubble.
I can only say that death no longer threatens me. It runs like
soft gold between the shadow spaces, a diagonal vein passing
through my life. Even though I hardly ever emerge from my tent,
this vein gives me an enduring sense of sound movement, of amazement,
and privilege. Let's go on and build the house.18
sub-text 3:
At the end of the first chapter of As I Lay Dying,
at the top of the bluff and directly above the spring and the willow,
Cash is standing in a litter of chips, fitting two boards together,
making a coffin for Addie Bundren. He is a good carpenter. Addie
Bundren could not want a better one, or a better box to lie in.
It will give her confidence and comfort. Abraham's house - the place
that holds his breath - is neither a mausoleum nor a tomb. The house
is in a very real sense Abraham's coffin, as finely wrought and
carefully crafted as Cash's box for Addie, where 'between the shadow
spaces it is bright as gold, like soft gold, bearing on its flanks
in smooth undulations the marks of its making.' It is a better box
to lie in, a better box to die in. It is one that gives him confidence
and comfort. It was always intended to be just that, as Burnden
Abraham lay abed, dying.
sub-text 4:
There are seven copies of the map of Yoknapatawpha
County, Mississippi in the project file. There are three different
versions of the map, charting the evolution of the county in geography,
history and memory. Yoknapatawpha County is a fictional county.
It provides the fictive setting for a range of Faulkner's stories.
There is a note on all of the maps recording that William Faulkner
drew them. They appear as an appendix to Absalom, Absalom
and the different elaborations accompany the successive editions
of that work by William Faulkner. The three versions of the map
establish a clear 'text' that parallels the written word. They also
parallel the geography of Lafayette County in Mississippi, the 'real'
locus of Faulkner's world. Events from Faulkner's works appear on
the maps, which gives them a place and establishes their ground.
The events that weave themselves through Addie Bundren's
saga in As I Lay Dying mark the final version of the map.
They locate Fisherman's Bend in its south and east corner of the
county, on the edge of the Yoknapatawpha River. It shows the run
of the railroad track, to the north and west of the hamlet of Fisherman's
Bend. It shows the bluffs that move from east to west across the
county and that establish the site for Oxygen House at the point
where they intersect with the north-south railroad tracks. It locates
the bridge that washed out in the flood, the site of the near loss
of Addie's coffin: the source of her confidence and comfort. That
washed-out bridge points to and foreshadows the washed-out railroad
track: the origin of Abraham's death. Faulkner's map also establishes
the major lines that are the precursors of the instruments that
structure Oxygen House. These are the horizontal, vertical, diagonal,
and rotational forces that establish its plan. Its center is also
marked by a disjunction in its major lines showing a break in their
continuity. That disjunction prefigures the break in the tracks
that lie at the center of the diagram of Darden's Oxygen House and
that prefigures Abraham's tragedy in the course of his life and
death.
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In one publication of Oxygen House the plan of the
house is overlaid with a not-quite-transparent page. The map of
Yoknapatawpha County is printed on that not-quite-transparent page.
As one peers through that translucency, one cannot help but be struck
by the correspondence between the 'parti' of the plan (the organization
of its basic elements) and the structure of the roads, rivers and
railroad in Yoknapatawpha County. They are parallel diagrams. One
is confronted by a situation in which the ideas on which Oxygen
House is based parallel Faulkner's fictions, in which the diagram
of Oxygen House parallels Faulkner's fictional map, in which Faulkner's
map parallels Yoknapatawpha Faulkner's fictions, and in which the
structure that holds the Yoknapatawpha fictions parallels the fabric
of Faulkner's real world. Sub-texts within pre-texts within con-texts,
fig. 11.
sub-text 5:
The quotation from Whitman's Leaves of Grass
is both a con-text, and a sub-text. In Douglas Darden's world, things
are never quite as they first seem. There are always allusions,
and just as often there are carefully crafted illusions. What appears
to be an antithesis, what is labeled as antithetical can and often
does changes into synthesis. This is particularly true of the Whitman
excerpt. Darden's note to himself is apparently unequivocal: the
antithesis of these lines for house. That statement is perhaps
true of the house at its base, its basement. The opposite seems
to hold when one looks at the house's attic which is the level of
Abraham's bed and Abraham's world.
The base of the house is a dark world. It is the
zone in which one confronts the blockhouse and its embedded tomb,
the nurses station, the threshold between Abraham's world and the
rest of creation, and the oxygen stack that is the source of Abraham's
breath, and his life and death. Its directions are downward and
inward, and it locates itself within the realm of the shadow. As
a closed underworld, a dark place, it is below the surface of the
land. It is the 'airless' place where one encounters the Minotaur.
It is where one confronts the disquieting, meets terror and anxiety,
and where one loses one's breath and comes upon the 'fear in
our stomachs that teaches us to build - to domesticate risk.'
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Abraham's world, the world of his bed, is a world
made whole again. He lies on his bed at the level of the original
delta. He rests, trans/figured, on the remade earth: growing in
the open air, eating and sleeping on and with the earth, his reconstituted
and sustaining 'ground.' It is a world that opens itself up to the
land, his land. He lays claim to the east and the west, the north
and the south. And, he gathers that land as he lies dying, 'propped
on the pillow, with his head raised so that he can see out of the
window as his curtains move gracefully in the breeze.' Bound
to that land by his infirmity, he gathers its four horizons and
claims its four directions. Abraham lies dying/living in and on
his ground. He inhales great draughts of space, uplifted, resurrected,
redeemed and revealed. He is made good again, and lies/dies holding
his goodness, larger and better than he thought. It is a better
house to lie in, but, a better house to die in. Abraham, dead, is
buried and lies in his own ground. He finds rest in his in his well-crafted
box. Like Addie Bundren, he could not want a better one, a better
box to lie in. It gives comfort confidence and comfort, because
it held the secret of the making of the best persons who grow
in the open air, and eat and sleep with the earth, fig. 12.
sub-text 6:
In the early pre-texts for the project there is
no Burnden Abraham. The client is called Mark Veritan. His story,
as it appears in the pre-texts, is identical to Abraham's story.
He is there in one text, gone the next. There is no record of how
he came into the narrative, nor one that tells why he left the project's
narrative as abruptly as he did. There is also no record of the
coming of Burnden Abraham into the architect's narrative.
Burnden Abraham's coming is clearly no accident
and neither is the choice of that name. The persona is just too
well developed. Its links with the Faulkner tale are just too carefully
wrought for his coming to have been an afterthought. His arrival
and his character clearly constitute an intentional sub-text within
the intellectual and imaginative fabric of the project. Burnden
is quite obviously an anagram derived from Bundren. This is a sportive
play that weds the main characters in two stories: Faulkner's story
and Darden's tale. Making that link is easy. But why did Darden
choose the name Abraham? There are no parallel characters in As
I Lay Dying. The name Abraham does not appear in that work.
Nor does a character with the name Abraham assume any significant
role in any of the other works by Faulkner. So, whence Abraham?
And why?
There are scriptural themes embedded in many of
Douglas Darden's projects. The use of the Whitman excerpt as a sub-text
in the text for Oxygen House puts a number of scriptural ideas and
references into play, as do a range of other ideas and elements
which are central to the project beneath the project, the program
behind the program. The ideas of revelation, redemption, transfiguration
and even resurrection implied by the Whitman piece make clear allusions
to scripture, as is the idea of holding so much goodness. The transformation
of the fabric of the oxygen tent into the shroud is pregnant with
scriptural connections, as is the use of the lift shaft with its
lidded cover - the constructed cave - as Abraham's tomb. The presence
of the tree in the blockhouse - the burial chamber/field - and its
proximity to the well-spring also points to scripture. The presence
of the willow that stands near the spring, biding its time, living,
dying and being brought back to new life each spring does as well.
'Oxygen House is,' at one level and in Darden's
words, ' a meditation on the so-called death of the South.'
It is also, quite inevitably, a meditation on the South's transformation,
transfiguration and redemption. Abraham, as the central character
in that meditation, is the metaphor that holds the story of his
dying land, the lost south. Just as Abraham, the great patriarch
in the Genesis narrative, held the story and the hope of his age:
the hope of the promised land. The stories in the two texts each
describe their Abraham and their Abraham's tomb in remarkably similar
ways. Each has a woman who 'acts as a hinge' in their lives. The
Abraham in Genesis has Sarah; the Abraham in Oxygen House has Jewel.19
Both Abraham's, as death drew near, established themselves in what
had been 'the land of their sojourning.' Both 'placed'
themselves by buying the land where they were to be buried. Each
was buried in a cave in a field, near a tree and a spring. And each
was buried, as scripture puts it, 'on his own ground.' While
the Abraham of Genesis 'lay buried on his own ground,' the Abraham
who exists as the metaphor for the lost South 'stood buried on
his own ground.' He, as Douglas Darden no doubt intended it,
'stood (and stands) buried on his own ground.'
epilogue: last things
Oxygen House is an enormously rich and complex project,
as this tentative unwrapping of its 'soft' technologies has tried
to show. 'Its entire realm,' to return to Bernd Jager's realization,
'is intersected with curvatures, stops and starts, adaptations,
changes of mind, irregular weaving.' It is a quilt, a tapestry,
a weaving. It is, as are all quilts, a complex text. It is an archai-text
that sets out to tell a range of intertwined tales, with interwoven
plots, that show forth the basic elements out of which all real
experience is made. Its 'official' texts are opaque, and cloak and
hide its elusive interiors. Rooms in which one encounters the reality
that has been brought into being by and through a profound imagination.
Douglas Darden, the project's architect, died on
April 3, 1996. In a letter he wrote to an architect in Oxford, Mississippi
on July 20, 1991, but evidently never sent, he made the following
comment:
I must tell you that when I designed Oxygen
House years ago I had no way of knowing how autobiographical the
project would become· I myself was diagnosed last year
with a rare kind of leukemia that my doctors stubbornly and somewhat
ruthlessly call 'terminal'· It too, am stubborn and ruthless,
but on the side of life. (According to two 'experts', I was supposed
to be dead last January. I am happy to have proven - and to continue
to prove - them liars·)
I discovered doing Oxygen House that when one is willing to really
delve into a question and unearth the truth about it, the work
that one has done can't help but be personal. I have no way of
knowing for sure, but I believe now that when I designed Oxygen
House my body KNEW that I had cancer. I was acting out my own
difficult connection to that mysterious thing we call LIFE. This
to me is all that architecture IS: By designing a building the
architect asks us to envision a certain attitude towards life
and what it means to be alive.20
In a letter dated May 25, 1993, discussing Oxygen
House he sent to the editor of Southern Quarterly that was
printed as an appendix to its publication of the project, the architect
writes:
"Oxygen House" was completed in 1988.
Two years later I was diagnosed with cancer. At the time that
I designed "Oxygen House" I felt that I had cleverly
invented Abraham. I thought that the project was operating purely
outside myself, in the realm of art and ideas. I had no inkling
that I had cancer, even though today, I am sure that it was present
in my body when I designed the project. Now when I read Burnden
Abraham's letter I realize that there was a deep knowledge within
my own body which was being exer/exorcised through the project.
Long before I knew that I had cancer and was able to come to terms
intellectually with the disease inside of me, my body was struggling
to work out its own sensed understanding of the mortal flesh.
The friction between this incomplete understanding and my simultaneous
ignorance drove the project's creation.21
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The allegorical, hermeneutic, figurative and metaphorical
devices Douglas Darden used to shape his Oxygen House also shaped
and transformed his thought and his work between 1991 and his death
in 1996. Oxygen House defined the technologies, the poetic intentions,
that shaped his mature and, as yet, unpublished work from those
years. That work became the frame through which he refined and redefined
his architecture: "this to me is all that architecture IS:
by designing a building the architect asks us to envision a certain
attitude towards life and what it means to be alive." For,
after all, as Louis Kahn told us: "to make a building is
to make a life!" And, if one does it well and gets it right,
as Douglas Darden did, it speaks to us compellingly in strange and
beautiful ways, fig. 13.
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