pxl

Animal Anti-Cities

Published in

Read in: Deutsch (German)

A black cat sneaks across a flower bed toward a shed, past some asters, and squeezes into a gap an arm’s width wide. I watch the swirling dust calm in the evening sun and her black fur disappear into the darkness of a wooden void. I sip my drink. Some worn-down club-goers lay wasted on sofas, sweat and smoke in a late-summer landscape.

My encounter with the cat made me think of my excursions into Club- und Katzenliteratur. I’ve been interested in clubs as sites of regulated chaos for the creative channeling of urban voids — I formulated this ‘thesis’ after a few nights of research in sound, smoke 

  1. Marcovaldo; or, The Seasons in the City</em>, translated by William Weaver (Harcourt, 1983). ↩︎

Published in

BROWSE TOPICS

MORE PEARLS


  • Only stupidity is hereditary

    There sits a donkey before an open book, held between his forehooves in such a way that we can clearly see the pages. It is a family tree of sorts, with eight rows of seventeen standing donkeys.


  • Curtain call

    An iron curtain makes a powerful canvas. Images from Sven Johne & Falk Haberkorn’s Aus Sicht des Archivs, documenting life in the former East Germany in the 1990s.


  • Firsts in space

    A friend of mine likes to say that the moon landing was real, but dumb. On astronautical tokenism.