Shane Reiner-Roth is a writer and co-founder of Tall Work (Instrumental Plausibility). Through publications, exhibitions and speculative projects, his work examines the means by which certain objects appeal to an economy of expression by communicating higher values than their own on the cheap. He is currently a research fellow at the MIT department of architecture.

I Was An Important House That Day

I Was An Important House That Day

Published by Book Machine

Winter 2015

With Kyle Branchesi

 

I am a house that grows up not knowing it is a house at all; a house so removed from the
domestic life I wouldn’t know where to start.


I am a house that mimics all the other things I see, that is spiny, springy, or bendy, or whatever else fits the mood. I am a house that survives an axe wound and spends its days happily split in two.


I am a house that peels open to reveal a marble treat, loaded with potassium.


I am a house that spills out the windows when full of water and offers a respite for the sea
creatures.


I am a house straight out of a monster movie, after hitting the ground at alarming speeds. I am a house that is stepped on like a bad bug and still makes room for a decent kitchen island.


I am a house that finds pleasure in the actions of its brethren objects, that jumps and jives
and does the splits. I am a house of a thousand dances.


I am a house that twirls upwards like a pig’s tail, after combing out the loose bricks.


I am a house that slips into the sidewalk without any starch, which fractures like an egg,
which is craggy and articulated as an ageless artifact, or left alone for who-knows-how-long to break in two and develop smaller versions of itself on the inside.


I am a house that bends and tosses and turns and everything all else. I am a house that flattens and takes off like a wayward carpet. I am a house that grows chimneys and divides its roofs.


I am a house that can guarantee your boat won’t budge on the water. I am a house that
conceals a nation on the other side.


I am a house of walking pipes and plumbing under the floorboards. I am a house of growing pains.


I am a house that proves the architect’s hand always goes beyond the surface.


I am a house that lies somewhere between the bottom of silent seas and an airborne mirage.

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