The Tyger A Poem by William Blake www.poetryfoundation.org Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? It's a Magical World
What the brick really wants. Michael Sorkin, Two Hundred Fifty Things an Architect Should Know The material finds the right objectWe are working against the grain of the woodThe joy of the humble brick material