I had been searching all day on the long Atlantic shore for a particular lighthouse that ought to have been here, or at least a ghost as is my life's passion. Instead I found myself with not a lighthouse but a large and opulent and heavy house, many mysterious lights turning on and off and asking for help in Morse code but no noncorporeal forms, and what was revealed to me as an eery lake by a comparatively eery gentleman who tipped his hat and disappeared into a mist like a magician or a cabaret performer fresh from an emotional encounter with a distant parental figure.
In the well strung circles of this humble author, Frank Lloyd Wright is known for two things: first, his fabulous capes, and second, a website linked to this site which I read by the light of my dying phone on my equally dying laptop. Both have since perished and are buried on the property, as is the hope that Lloyd Wright held for his future as he looked out on the dusky waters, or at least I was told by the man who stood next to me and leaned against a tall tree and asked me whether I believed that a soul can ever find peace after it lacks the courage to escape its afterlife and I responded perhaps so but the real question is whether a phone can ever find peace after it lacks the storage to update its iOS and he sighed and I laughed because at night when one has nowhere to shelter and has already missed one's train to their next location and in fact has lost sight of any trains and is starting to suspect that they may never find the ocean nor a ghost, a win is a win.
The house itself was mired in shadow and tragedy. Though I had not enough charge to look up its history nor follow the succulent trails left just to the right of the www. in its address, I could sense its affinitive transformation of the free stillness that pervades the prairie, which I will here dub the Flat Land Publicly Funded Educational Institution. It had the aura of a man who sought to resolve the constant conflict of capital and development against the sneaking suspicion that perhaps development is the actual worst thing for the world including anyone who lives in the world by building a lot of windows in different sizes and angles but very similar shapes. But then again, as my companion told me, and only in the greatest confidence as he mentioned would have been his dying wish if we had crossed paths sometime a bit more convenient for him, "Y Gwir yn Erbyn y Byd."
But the dawn comes even to those who wander, and as I watched a spider sleeping tranquil in his web I woke him up to ask who inspired the architectural design. He only answered -
There is nothing to fear but trust and naught Worth trust but that to be feared and if this Ties our hands then perhaps the cruel fate of Many was never safe in the premise That knots can be untangled to their past Forms and strings can be tracked along their lines, That cause and effect can take place in time And the will to be healed will make us fine. Do not mistake this for premonition - Only confession masked as admission.
which I find more than sufficient justification never to put too much stock in spiders in a business transaction or, if one ever performs at cabarets, in a particularly...
Read moreI have been been to a number of Frank Lloyd Wright masterpieces around the NE including Falling Water and Polymath Park. I have to say, Graycliff was my least favorite project. First, our docent was mildly annoying but whatever, she was knowledgeable and probably works for free or nearly free. The grounds were under construction and had to park in the mud as there was no space. Porta potties on site, smelled and were leaning over. Gates and dust all over... in my option just fully close it and finish visitor center and do repairs on maintenance on HOUSE duriing downtime. The grounds and exterior elevations of the house are impressive but the interior is stoic and depressing. Boring, lacking any charm or impact just looked like any old cottage I could buy. Upstairs is easily the most drab, horrible string of spaces of any hour tour I paid for. Small, cramped and all the flair of a medium security prison. The grounds are in shambles, huge weeds and trees obscure any lake view they reference evey 5 mins. Overall, it appeared run down, shingles, paint, rot, warped wood... even FLW didn't care about his Graycliff renos after clients...
Read moreSummer Solstice Garden Party
Your first experience is the unoriginal M&T Welcome Center. The building consists of gray cinder block with rust stains from decaying pipes. A square unimaginative, poorly designed cheap building welcomes you to the historic property.
Infront of the Welcome Center to the right, is a lovely, rusted piece of machinery sitting in the grass. No signage to describe its significance.
For a foundation representing the legacy of Frank Lloyd Wright they have erected a venue that is embarrassing and poorly planned.
The "Garden Party" takes place on an uninspired slab of gray concrete, not on the lawn or garden area. Very drab and uncreative. Forty percent of the people left the event before 90 minutes expired.
The experience should focus on creativity, unique design, and engineering. The Welcome Center and Garden Party is a poor representation of Frank Loyd Wright's legacy. The Foundation should be embarrassed. You need...
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