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SONG FROM THE SIXTH FLOOR

Sadly, Lawers Tower on the corner of Kestrel Road and Lincoln Avenue (along with the rest of the entourage of high-rise flats here) is earmarked for demolition in 2010 due to subsidence. My friend Andrew Smith lives here on the sixth floor, and has enjoyed the theatrics of this Atlantean sky for some twenty years. The sky has so invested itself within him that sometimes he actually thinks he's a cloud. The western aspect affords him views of the Kilpatrick Hills, and, plus ultra, to the Cowall peninsula's slender bumps some 60 miles away. The variegations of a fickle west coast Scottish sky are numerous and spectacular. I have often tried to persuade him to record some of it, if only to show others who are critical of tower blocks that it is not all doom and gloom up here. Quite the opposite. It is a screen upon the world, and its ever-constant flux. The short video here on my tiny canon ixus proffers just a smattering of what is on show every night of the year with these songs from the sixth floor.

From the sixth floor of Lawers Tower, looking west.

preamble

High-rise flats and tower blocks, of which Glasgow has its fair share, offer experiences not to be taken lightly. Being detached from the earth 17 floors up may resonate unkindly with one's 'terra interna' but in terms of affording us aspects on the greater wider city and its seamless connections with country and sea, it is a price worth paying. It comes as no surprise then to learn that many of Knightswood's high-rises (an area in west Glasgow) are named after mountains in the Highland range. Even Walt Whitman knew of the benefits of living in the sky when he wrote his View from the Seventh Floor. Yet, it's not just the views. The high-rise is a virtual microcosm of bizarre and colourful happenings. Whether looking out or looking in, the monolithic high-rise offers much to provoke the mind.

The header photo, above, is looking north-east from the top floor (24th) of Kirkton Flats towards Lincoln Flats and the Campsie Fells in the background.

song from the 17th floor

Quiconque habite dans un tour est un touriste. Erik Satie

True tourism begins in a tower
Looking out
To the region of being -

Earth-movement, meteo-morphosis
Draw out the beginnings of seeing
Paint the eye with cloud, dawn and dusk.

Even sealed, seventeen floors high, there’s the possibility of an education,
that leads the eye
out and up -

Diffractions, refractions,
reflections and deflections,
One learns of flex and flux -

What modern man wants is a room, well-lit and heated, with a corner from which he can watch the stars.

Sky birds, residents and errants
shoal through with a little wingwork,
light the sky with their passing cries.

Then, on a clear night,
From the lookout tower,
Noctilucent,
Physics, metaphysics,
Stellar tours
Oceanography,
Cruising across the cosmos
From the seventeenth floor,
the tourist,
gleaning the universe city,
the free, all-inclusive deal -

CLARITY NOT CLUTTER

The practice of 'Philosophy' in Japanese culture simply denotes the study of clarity. What better place to start, then, than 17 floors up, in the sky, gazing across the city. Courses can then be plot through the city and beyond. The eye of the high-rise window is the pathfinder par excellence. Here, the map is most definitely the territory. This is a sort of intimate version of 'google earth', or 'sat-nav', de-technologized, elemental, illumined by all the variagations of Scottish west-coast weather. Here, the eyes are the satellites, navigating the city, orbiting the brain.

from the 11th floor to the basement

Level eleven of Glasgow University Library (on Gilmorehill) is a high-rise and outlook tower par excellence. It is no wonder this is where the philosophy section is located. Any librarian will tell you that the arrangement of books in the layout of a library is a factor of some significant import. This reminds me of the instance when the Borders bookshop in Buchanan Street did a little re-arranging of its biblic tenants and in so doing relegated its philosophic section not only to the furthest reaches of a windowless basement (from an airy, enlightened second floor) but to that unbecoming corner adjacent to the toilets. I remember thinking at the time how symbolic this was. Where, at the bright and breezy entrance fluttered the myriad pages of all the populist 'shit-lit', the stuff of real quality was nowhere to be seen. The philosophy section was now a token slot in an otherwise 'bestseller bazaar'.

In one of the benighted philosophy books down in that boggy dungeon corner, there is an epigram that reads:

It is philosophy that makes man understandable to man, explains human nobility and shows man the proper road. The first defect appearing in any nation that is headed toward decline is in the philosophic spirit. After that deficiencies spread into the other sciences, arts, and associations.

Jamal al-Din al-Afghani

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