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David
Wills
on
the
Body:
Designs
Film
/Architecture/W
DavidWillsis Professor
of Frenchat
LouisianaStateUniversity
wherehe
teachesfilmandliterarytheory.He is the
authorof a bookon surrealist
poetry,
coauthorof Screen/Play:Derridaand Film
Press)and
Theory(PrincetonUniversity
WritingPynchon:Strategiesin Fictional
of IllinoisPress),and
Analysis(University
coeditorof the forthcoming
Deconstructionand the VisualArts Press:Art,
Media, and Architecture(Cambridge
Press).
University
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love -
in a train passing
and be thwarted at it -
an exhibition honor-
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itself, chiastic intersection,if you will, of what the film concocts or contrives:notably,the intersectionof the body and
architecture;but also this reading,passingby the film in an
inverserelation,like scenes glimpsedthroughthe windowof
a speedingtrain;this reading'sgeneralizationof bodily functions - not that the film doesn't permit,even encourageit
- to the sexual function in particular;this superpositionof
sex upon the form of a city;and lastly,the appendedt as the
signatureof constructionitself, architecturalconstructionas
the adjunctionof beams and creationof rightangles,the
intersectionof structureand function.
Hence if I were to open, at what I could alwaysinsist was
random,on page 135 of the screenplay,at postcardsnumbers
36 and 37, those dated 19 and 21 July 1985, respectively,
there would be set in trainthe fiction of a voyageto Rome
made on those dates some five yearslater,and the fiction of a
numerologicalcryptdesigned,by some as yet undisclosedor
undiscoveredseriesof calculations,to producethe number
45.3The pretext for such a writing:imagininga plan for a
building- say Hadrian'sPantheon- as blueprintscovered
with measurementsreducedto all mannerof combinations
of Is, Vs, Xs, Ls, Cs, Ds, and Ms. These seven letters could as
well be the letters of architectureitself:graphicrepresentations of the columns, arches,vaults,and domes that constitute it. All this and more, but especially,the effect of the lure
itself, the hermeneuticalbaiting that still conditions our
readingafterall this time. The film, as I see it here, will be
the pretext for such a pursuitof the sign as number,for its
disclosureor discovery,and the number45 will be displaced
ratherthan revealed,displacedto become the numberof the
angle that is both the foundingpossibilityof a dominant
traditionof architecture- wherebytwo forty-five-degree
angles are joined to producethe rightangle - and what we
might alreadycall the deconstructionof the traditionthat
massivelyprivilegesthe squareat the expense of the hypotenuse, the oblique, or the diagonal.Or 45 half the numberof
degreesFahrenheitstandingin view of a Berninifountain in
the PiazzaNavonalate at night aftercarpacciocon rughetta
consumed in the shadowof Sant'Andreadella Valle;or my
number,some coefficient, factor,or denominatorof bodies
in Rome, their perfect roundness,not that they are perfectly
round,but that their roundnesspretendsto perfectproportions, I mean the curveof buttocks caressedand slightly
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ing that "architectsought to know about everything- reproduction ... gender... sex ... especiallysex."8Figs, of course,
poisoned or not, are the perinealfruit,connecting sex to
defecation.Botanistsdo not even considerthem a fruit,but
rathera fleshyreceptacle,a botanicalchamberthat bears
seeds. They are the prototypicalbearerof poison, such that in
Englisha victim is said to be given an Italianfig. Saythe word
in Italianand you areonly a vowel, only a gender,awayfrom
saying"cunt";somewhereit crossesover,in popularLatin
maybe,so that the sign of the fig is that of the clitorisprotrudingfrom the vulva; say "Idon't give a fig"and you are in
effect saying"Idon't give a fuck."Whether they arethe
aphrodisiacLouisaopines them to be afterKrackliteforces
one into her mouth or have the laxativevalue assignedto
soft-fleshedmultigranulatefruit in general,whetherthey
crackto evoke the female sex or the cambrureand form of the
buttocks,figs are probablythe most corporealof fruitsand
thereforethe most architectural.When they rot, they crack,
burst,deflate, collapse,and crumble:at once carrionand
ruin. In any case, so the legend goes, in the film at least,
Augustusdied of them; his mausoleumis thereforea monument to them.
A postcardfrom Krackliteto Boullee,VictorEmanuelBuilding, Thursday,2 January1986:
I havebecomeobsessedwiththe smellsof decay:a dustbinof
an old womanon the Corsowho
maggotsat the Campidoglio,
sleepson the pavement,the smellof the pissoirby the Spanish
the
Steps,the driedexcrementalongthe TiberEmbankment,
- yet - withdisappointdustbinlorryat the Otellorestaurant
ment I haveto reportthattheyall smellthe same.Decayalways,
ultimately,smellsthe same- andnowI am identifiedwithit.9
What is this relationbetween architectureand smell?Besides
the obviousmattersof plumbingand garbagedisposal.
Should we insist on furtherevidence of the analogybetween
the buildingand the human formby wayof the domus,the
insistent economy of relationsbetween interiorand exterior,
even the internalorganic,and the playof penetrationand
expulsion,solidificationand disintegration?An architecture
of the digestivetractfrom ingestionto defecation,Kracklite's
stalled in the intestine, somewherealong,as we are reminded,
its twenty-sevenfeet.
much.Do I smellfunny?
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home and mausoleum,between celebrationand exhibitionism. But it seems not to realizethat these areless opposites
between which to choose than variationsto be chosen
among, within the same structuralspace. Or perhapsnot
even chosen among but rathernegotiated,like this writing,
weavingin and out of the formsand functions made available
to it, exploitingbordercrossingsfor its own enjoyment,
throwingup a seriesof constructionsarounda set of images
called a film, or windingthat film arounda text of idiosyncraticmemoriesand projections,coming to rest afterall else,
here, this time, again,eyes closed and head restingon the
fleshycurvesthat constitute the realand the ideal of ancient
and presentRome.
The firstdomes are those closed eyes, the firstfountains
those imaginedtears,simulacraof the realtearsof separated
love. Kracklite'sname is both the descriptionand the
deconstructionof this idea. There is a fissurein his name: it
begins to divide and scatter,to become a name for his eyes,
and then for everyeye in its tendency to close or squint, its
generaldesireto give the appearanceof not seeing.
Justafterdawn on Thursday,22 August 1985, Kracklite
comes home to the sound of laughterand sits transfixedin
front of a keyholewatchingCaspasian,who paradesnaked
with a Boulleetowerfor a phallus,makinglove to Louisa.
And the child watches Kracklitecry,the primalityrelayed,
back to front of course,down the corridorto anotherscene
where the child'smother watcheshim watchingKracklite
watching,and so on. It is supposedlythe moment of purest
visuality,purestspectacle.But it is also wherethe inside
breaksout, where the cruellight of day seeps throughthe
shuttersyou thought were clamped tight, where intimacy
shatterslike a crumblingstone, wherethe house or home
begins to be poor shelter,and even the statues get cold, close
their eyes, and cry.
The childwatcheshim.
Child:(InEnglish)Whatareyoucryingfor?
Kracklite:(Withoutmovinghis body,but lookingat the child)
Italian)What'sthe mancryingfor?
Child:(InItalian)He'sgot a draughtin his eyes."
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undecidability,extending all the wayalong the line of architecturalproduction,among those distinctionsthat continue
to operateaccordingto the same principlesof demarcation,
between architectand draughtsman,between draughtsman
and builder,between builderand laborer,and so on. This
much should have been obvious.
The draughtis that disseminatingwind and it is there at the
beginningof both the artisticand the architecturalmoment,
there wherethey arebarelydistinguishable,creatinga crack
in the dome that is the eye, in the crackitself, in the firstline
that is drawn,in the trait itself. In French,trait is the word
for whateveris drawn.It is throughsuch a compact logic,
throughsuch a system of relaysof object relations,sexual
relations,perceptualrelations,and linguisticrelations,all
articulatedthrougharchitecturaland corporeallines and
limits, throughsuch a draughtin the eye, that this primal
scene leads us.
With this primalscene we arebackat the beginning,at
whateverpassesfor, or passesfrom,the beginning.Backat
the firstcrackin the eye, the firstact of perception,the first
visionarymoment, but all we can drawfrom it is a type of
blur:a line that blursas it draws.The firstcrackin the eye,
the firstdraught,is the firstline drawn,at once the beginning
and the end of all things. The line is drawn,the eye is
opened, but a draughtblows,tearsflow, and it all blurs.The
firstline drawnslices the eye like a Bufiuel/Dalirazor.In
opening it violatesthe perfection,the originarywholeness,
the perfectform. It is the crackin the dome.
Two possibilities:The crackin the belly, the Cesareanmoment, the end of a gestation and the beginningof many
things:an end for the film. Or, on the other hand, the upset
stomach,the belly turnedover,the Romanway,a tergo,
anothercrack,the backsidethat is anothertype of eye.
Againstthe grainof the logic of the firstpossibility,that of
Greenaway'sBellyof an Architect,I have tried to inscribe
somethingof the second.At the same time: to drawa line
throughRome, to plot a trajectory,to traceand crossa frontier, to make an idiosyncraticvoyage,a storyof chasingtail.
Time now to backoff, tell or drawa final tale, or tail, this tail,
end.
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Notes
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