Bauplatz und Werkstatt : Monats-Zeitschr. d. Staatlichen Beratungsstelle für das Baugewerbe / hrsg. vom Württembergischen Landesgewerbeamt: Für Bauplatz und Werkstatt / Mitteilungen der Kgl. Württemberg. Beratungsstelle für das Baugewerbe

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Titel:: Bauplatz und Werkstatt : Monats-Zeitschr. d. Staatlichen Beratungsstelle für das Baugewerbe / hrsg. vom Württembergischen Landesgewerbeamt

Erscheinungsort:: Stuttgart

Erscheinungsverlauf:: 19XX

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Persistenter Identifier:: 1676899253746_1917

Titel:: Für Bauplatz und Werkstatt / Mitteilungen der Kgl. Württemberg. Beratungsstelle für das Baugewerbe

Herausgeber:: Staatliche Beratungsstelle für das Baugewerbe Stuttgart

Jahrgang/Band:: Jg. 1917, Bd. 12, Heft 1/12

Erscheinungsjahr:: 1917

Sprache:: deutsch

Strukturtyp:: Band

Standort:: Universitätsbibliothek Stuttgart

Signatur:: XIX/1083.4

Lizenz:: https://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/mark/1.0/deed.de

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Titel:: Heft Nr. 11

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Titel:: Die Gestaltung einfacher Räume

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THE WAVES -9 “Now let us say, brutally and directly, what is in our minds,” said Néville. “ Our isolation, our preparation, is over. The furtive days of secrecy and hiding, the revelations on staircases, moments of terror and ecstasy.” “Old Mrs. Constable lifted her sponge and warmth poured over us,” said Bernard. “ We became clothed in this changing, this feeling garment of flesh.” “The boot-boy made love to the scullery-maid in the kitchen garden,” said Susan, “among the blown-out washing.” “The breath of the wind was like a tiger panting,” said Rhoda. “The man lay livid with his throat cut in the gutter,” said Neville. “ And going upstairs I could not raise my foot against the immitigable apple tree with its silver leaves held stiff.” “The leaf danced in the hedge without anyone to blow it,” said Jinny. “In the sun-baked corner,” said Louis, “ the petals swam on depths of green.” “ At Elvedon the gardeners swept and swept with their great brooms, and the woman sat at a table writing,” said Bernard. “From these close-furled balls of string we draw now every filament,” said Louis, “ remembering, when we meet.” “ And then,” said Bernard, “ the cab came to the door, and, pressing our new bowler hats tightly over our eyes to hide our unmanly tears, we drove through streets in which even the housemaids looked at us, and our names painted in white letters on our boxes proclaimed to all the world that we were going to school with the regulation number of socks and drawers, on which out mothers for some nights previously had stitched our initials, in our boxes. A second severance from the body of our mother.” ““ And Miss Lambert, Miss Cutting and Miss Bard,” said Jinny, ‘monumental ladies, white-ruffed, stone-coloured, enigmatic, with amethyst rings moving like virginal tapers, dim glow-worms over the pages of French, geography and 8.

THE WAVES arithmetic, presided; and there were maps, green-baize boards, and rows of shoes on a shelf.” “ Bells rang punctually,” said Susan, “ maids scuffled and giggled. There was a drawing in of chairs and a drawing out of chairs on the linoleum. But from one attic there Was a blue view, a distant view of a field unstained by the corrup- tion of this regimented, unreal existence.” “Down from our heads veils fell,” said Rhoda. “ We clasped the flowers with their green leaves rustling in gar- lands.” “ We changed, we became unrecognisable,” said Louis. “ Exposed to all these different lights, what we had in us (for we are all so different) came intermittently, in violent patches, spaced by blank voids, to the surface as if some acid had dropped unequally on the plate. I was this, Neville that, Rhoda different again, and Bernard too.” “Then canoes slipped through palely tinted willow branches,” said Neville, “and Bernard, advancing in his casual way against breadths of green, against houses of very ancient foundation, tumbled in a heap on the ground beside me. In an access of emotion—winds ate not more raving, nor lightning more sudden—I took my poem, I flung my poem, I slammed the door behind me.” “J, however,” said Louis, “losing sight of you, sat in my office and tore the date from the calendar, and announced to the world of ship-brokers, corn-chandlers and actuaries that Friday the tenth, or Tuesday the eighteenth, had dawned on the city of London.” “ Then,” said Jinny, “Rhoda and I, exposed in bright dresses, with a few precious stones nestling on a cold ring round our throats, bowed, shook hands and took a sandwich from a plate with a smile.” “ The tiger leapt, and the swallow dipped her wings in dark pools on the other side of the world,” said Rhoda. “ But here and now we are together,” said Bernard. “ We have come together, at a particular time, to this particular spot. We are drawn into this communion by some deep, ale

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