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Naked Cities Journal attempts to bring together a number of passions that have captivated me over a lifetime: a love of exploring the urban landscape and its extraordinarily diverse range of places and spaces; a love of journeys both internal and external; a love of keeping writer’s notebooks; and a love of Urban Studies an intellectual discipline – Marcus D. Niski
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Bus Stop — Liminal Narratives

We rarely see them. Or rather, we see but fail to acknowledge. They inhabit a shadowland of the banal, the unremarkable, the unnoticed. Concealed in their own mundanity, they gently erase themselves from view. Yet in Christopher Herwig’s remarkable Soviet Bus Stops, these drab artefacts of lane and street are re-invented, as Jonathan Meades observes […]

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“Very often we write down a sentence too early, then another too late; what we have to do is…” — Art of Quotation

“Very often we write down a sentence too early, then another too late; what we have to do is write it down at the proper time, otherwise it’s lost” Thomas Bernhard, writer, playwright, poet, novelist, book quote from “Concrete”

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Blaise Cendrars — memory of a bird (and a thousand words)

 ‘Je suis un homme inquiet, dur vis à vis de soi-même, comme tous les solitaires.’ (…)

Cendrars knows only the reality and honesty of the heart. His gestures, often rough and awkward, are nevertheless manly gestures. He never tries to please or to conciliate. He is the worst diplomat in the world, and consequently […]’

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Kenneth Rexroth – Miroir vide — BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD

Tant que nous vivons perdus Dans le règne de la finalité Nous ne sommes pas libres. Je m’assois Dans ma cabane de dix mètres carrés. Chant des oiseaux. Bourdonnement des abeilles. Frémissement des feuilles. Murmure De l’eau sur les rochers. Le canyon m’enserre. Au moindre geste, la grenouille de Basho Sauterait dans la mare. Tout […]

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