There is a moment, Carlo Scarpa once suggested, when architecture becomes poetry—not because it imitates verse, but because it attains the same precision of silence. The drawing of a joint, the incision of light on stone, the rhythm of a stair: these are not ornaments, but acts of thought. Architecture, for Scarpa, does not 'express' …
Architekt und Architekturhistoriker
Luigi Monzo 