The lightnings trembled And in thy Silence was his Sentence, And in his Soul a vain repentance, And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled. Lord Byron, Prometheus idefiancesilence
I am here I am here, in this work. A maker's mark is a peculiar sign. Ancient brickwork established presence through small details marking 'it': the detail itself. The great historian of bricks, Alex Clifton-Taylor, observes that what most counts about them is their small size, which just suits the human hand laying a brick. A brick wall, he says, "is therefore an aggregation of small effects. This implies a human and intimate quality not present to the same extent in stone architecture." Richard Sennett, The Craftsman Most cities were mostly built by improvisationThe joy of the humble brick details