modernist books

The Modern Factory

The Modern Factory

Edward D. Mills

Architectural Press, 1959

This book solves many problems of factory layout, planning, design and construction. It contains chapters dealing with siting and layout; the factory estate; the design and structural technical considerations; storage and warehouse accommodation; and administration buildings. There are numerous line-diagrams, tables and woking check-lists and what a cover! Grab yourself a copy if you’re invested in modernist industrial architecture. 

she is fierce
and she is grand
and she is wise
the entirety of human history rests in her eyes

she is the chalice
and the spark
and the chain 
even oceans drown in the depths of her pain

she is a flower
and a storm
and a girl
her fingers tremble, her palm unfurls

—  k.a.m. // Take Her Hand 

sayawm  asked:

Could you recommend some good books on early modernist movements? Mostly for academic purposes but also for free time - you seem knowledgeable in this area so I figured I would ask. Please and thank you! (fan of your work forever btw)

thanks. hard to address concisely bc modernism spanned mediums, continents, submovements, precursors (buchner, von kleist, heine, etc.) ‘100 key books of the modern movement & ‘modernism: guide to european literature 1890-1930 are amazing collectives of notable modernist works. highly recommend using both as comprehensive referential reading lists as i did. other interesting companions: ‘the modernist novel’, ‘degenerate muse’, ‘modernist quartet’, ‘making history new’, + anything carrie noland on post-colonial modernism. to contextualize early modernism’s foundation, the essentials- baudelaire, flaubert, kafka, ezra pound, eliot, neruda, joyce, yeats, beckett, wallace stevens, broch, robert musil, thomas mann, elias canetti (recently finished ‘auto-da-fe’, reverent work), brecht, frank wedeking, and [to a lesser extent] miroslav krleza, jaroslav hasek, bruno schulz, gombrowicz, rainer maria rilke- are necessary. i also adore italian modernists- italo svevo (‘zeno’s consciousness’, ‘as a man grows older’- amazing), giorgio bassani, luigi pirandello, alberto moravia (read ‘contempt’ [the godard film is based on] + ‘boredom’), and federigo tozzi (i come back to ‘love in vain’ often.) 

i’m partial to modernist women- anna akhmatova, mina loy (‘lost lunar baedeker’ is a favorite), kay boyle, gertrude stein, elsa von freytag loringhoven (dadaist feminist icon), edna st. vincent millay (incredible feminist author, her bio), & marina tsvetaeva* (a treasure) are sublime poets. katherine mansfield, zora neale hurston, mary butts, katherine porter, lillian hellman* (her plays), edith wharton, willa cather, woolf, & djuna barnes are essential writers. ‘plays by american women 1900-1930* is a must. [= maybe not necessarily modernist, but of the same time & worthwhile.]

outside the european sphere, i’m a fan of the brazilian canon- jorge amado, ‘brazilian poetry since modernism’, mario de andrade (love ‘macunaima’), euclides da cunha- i want to read oswald de andrade but i’m no good at portuguese & can’t find translations. speaking of portuguese: fernando pessoa’s a key modernist- ‘a little larger than the entire universe’ & ’book of disquiet’ are amazing. if u like joyce/ kafka you’ll take to him.

sorry i went off on a tangent here lol, hope this was at least somewhat useful- i’m by no means any kind of expert though. i know i’m forgetting early modernist authors i love, there’s just so many to keep track of. 

Alright let’s weeb it out murrika style with some dark chocolate Nutella mochi 

I used to not be about that microwave life, but after a few sessions with some modernist cuisine books involving microwaving in some super complex recipes, I’ve gained respect for the lil convenient mofo

This recipe is painfully easy and you’ll like insanely hardcore and awesome when you give these to people, they last like 2 days so if you make them you’ll feel justified devouring them in like 2 mins flat 


 Dark Chocolate Nutella Mochi 

Servings: 10 mochi 



- 3 cups water
 - 1 1/2 cups mochiko flour (sweet glutinous rice flour)
 - ½ cup hot cocoa powder
 - ½ cup sugar
- ½ cup plain cocoa powder
 - hella Nutella 

 ~ Procedure 

 🔹mix 2 cups water with the mochiko flour in a larger microwaveable bowl, cover and microwave for 5 mins

 🔹after 5 mins, take bowl out and gradually mix all the remaining ingredients (except the Nutella) add the rest of the water until it looks like a weird lumpy brownie or cookie batter, wet but not like…toooooo wet u feel

 🔹microwave for 5 more mins, then let sit for 5 mins in a fridge to cool down a teeny bit. 

 🔹Shits gonna get real messy now. Take the bowl with ur mess of what, as a dear friend of mine remarked, looks like elephant shit, and take a solid spoonful out 

 🔹flour your hands with some mochiko and pat the hella hot dough into a disk that’s slightly larger than your palm, add a lil dollop of Nutella, and then close the disk like a pouch, pinching it until it’s hella closed. Roll it in some more mochiko, dust it off and then let it sit for like 5 mins. Repeat until you’re done with all the dough, and then proceed to eat everything until you hate urself


AND THATS THAT GUYS ENJOY YOUR EASY AS BALLS MOCHI RECIPE Usually I’m all about that tough shit, like I just made this weird smoky foie gras chocolate cookies yesterday but like tbh sometimes you just gotta make some easy convenient shit while you read fed up Internet stories to your buddy u kno SO ENJOY, YA LIL FUCKNUGGETS, ENJOY AND REJOICE

A comiXologist Recommends:
Harris Smith recommends Arsene Schrauwen

Ollie Schrauwen’s new graphic novel Arsene Schrauwen, from fantagraphics, is rich and fantastical, yet at the same time resolutely physical and sensual. It is a comic that provides much more than a story; reading it is an experience. Arsene Schrauwen follows its titular hero, the author’s grandfather, as he travels from Belgium to a lush tropical landscape identified only as the Colony. There, he teams with his cousin, Roger, to turn the Colony into an ultramodern utopia based on Roger’s sprawling, impractical yet wondrous design. Along the way, Arsene falls for Roger’s wife, Marieke, and gradually loses touch with reality, or perhaps encounters an entirely new form of reality.

Schrauwen, the author, keeps the level of realism we should expect from his story somewhat mysterious from the very beginning, creating at first a dreamlike, gauzy feel but becoming, as Arsene’s sense of his surroundings becomes more bizarre and unnerving, more feverish and haunting. There is an element of old world fable, distinctly European, to Arsene Schrauwen, as well as the kind of modernist journeys portrayed in books like Kafka’s Amerika, with their emphasis on the conflict between an individual’s internal struggles and the absurdity of their surroundings, both subtle and sublime. 

All of this is rendered in a loose, yet fine lined and playful style, with Schrauwen, the author, cleverly utilizing elements of the medium to emphasize tonal or narrative threads. On some pages, text drifts out of narration boxes to show disorientation. On others, the author encourages readers to take a week or two off between chapters (and graciously thanks us for doing so). Schrauwen also uses his coloring expressionistically, shifting between monochromatic blue and orange, occasionally mixing the two and expanding his palette towards the end. All of this, combined with the skill of the artwork and the charm and wit of the writing, serves to give Arsene Schrauwen the feeling of providing, upon conclusion, a complete, satisfying experience. You’ll want to thank Ollie Schruawen for creating such a masterful work, and thank for yourself for taking the time to read it.

[Read Arsene Schrauwen on comiXology]

Harris Smith is a Brooklyn-based comics and media professional. In addition to his role as a Senior Production Coordinator at comiXology, he edits several comics anthologies, including Jeans and Felony Comics, under the banner of Negative Pleasure Publications. He’s also the host of the weekly radio show Negative Pleasure on Newtown Radio.


James looked at the Lighthouse. He could see the white-washed rocks; the tower, stark and straight; he could see that it was barred with black and white; he could see windows in it; he could even see washing spread on the rocks to dry. So that was the Lighthouse, was it?

Virginia Woolf - To The Lighthouse (1927)