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Invisible Cities I live in a city, and every day I ride the subway with people who live in different cities Aggressively loud teenagers, exhausted laborers with grimy hands, sparkling skinny women in careful clothes, Michael Cera I don t think they would recognize my city.But we find our city, and our city finds us, right The Flamethrowers artist Reno moves to a New York full of artists madly creating Patrick Bateman is fake, and he lives in a fake New York The Street s Lutie lives in a cruel New York, and I live in a city, and every day I ride the subway with people who live in different cities Aggressively loud teenagers, exhausted laborers with grimy hands, sparkling skinny women in careful clothes, Michael Cera I don t think they would recognize my city.But we find our city, and our city finds us, right The Fl Marco Polo Now I shall tell you of the beautiful city of Nottingham where the buildings are made mostly of blue glass, onyx and sausagemeat The men of the city trade in fur, spices and photographs of each other with their respective spouses All the men have large phalluses, sometimes so large they must cut pieces out of the tops of their front doors before they can exit their houses in the morning This is a city of dreamers and anthropophagi, of astronomers and chess players, all wit Kublai Khan Does Not Necessarily Believe Everything Marco Polo Says When He Describes The Cities Visited On His Expeditions, But The Emperor Of The Tartars Does Continue Listening To The Young Venetian With Greater Attention And Curiosity Than He Shows Any Other Messenger Or Explorer Of His So Begins Italo Calvino S Compilation Of Fragmentary Urban Images As Marco Tells The Khan About Armilla, Which Has Nothing That Makes It Seem A City, Except The Water Pipes That Rise Vertically Where The Houses Should Be And Spread Out Horizontally Where The Floors Should Be, The Spider Web City Of Octavia, And Other Marvelous Burgs, It May Be That He Is Creating Them All Out Of His Imagination, Or Perhaps He Is Recreating Details Of His Native Venice Over And Over Again, Or Perhaps He Is Simply Recounting Some Of The Myriad Possible Forms A City Might Take. It s easy to describe what Invisible Cities is not rather than what it is as it s really very difficult to ascertain which category it can be put into it neither has a clear plot nor characters are developed as they normally are, it can t be called a novel or collection of stories, can t be put in any one genre since it surpasses so many but still something extraordinary, something which can t be described in words, which can only be felt The book has loose dialogues between emperor Kublai It s easy to describe what Invisible Cities is not rather than what it is as it s really very difficult to ascertain which category it can be put into it neither has a clear plot nor characters are developed as they normally are, it can t be called a novel or collection of stories, can t be put in any one genre since it surpasses so many but still something extraordinary, something which can t be described in words, which can only be felt The book has loose dialogues between emperor Kublai Khan and a Venetian explorer Marco Polo, Polo is ordered to explore the empire of the Khan and to tell parables with which to regale the ageing, and frequently impatient conqueror with descriptions of every city he has visited on his long peregrinations through Kingdom of Kublai Khan.The parables are surreal in nature and prose is very lyrical however I wonder how lyrical it would be in its original language The book is divided i Image of new and old Shanghai, photographed by Greg Girard in 2000 , chronologically equidistant between my two visits there It is, and maybe always has been, a city of contrasting, unequal, parts and pairs, like many of the Invisible Cities Each man bears in his mind a city made only of differences ListenI ve been eavesdropping on the mysterious, hypnotic conversations between a famous explorer from antiquity and the powerful emperor of a distant lan Image of new and old Shanghai, photographed by Greg Girard in 2000 , chronologically equidistant between my two visits there It is, and maybe always has been, a city of contrasting, unequal, parts and pairs, like many of the Invisible Cities Each man bears in his mind a city made only of differences ListenI ve been eavesdropping on the mysterious, hypnotic conversations between a famous explorer from a Theories.One could easily declare that the protagonists of this book are the cities, which are different versions of the same city that doesn t really exist, only maybe in the writer s mind Either Venice or Paris, Calvino s cities are a trip through imagination to lives never had, doors never opened, people never met.Someone else might appoint the reader as the real protagonist of Calvino s book for he becomes the traveler who visits these cities mentally, which are nothing else than representa Theories.One You landed in my world on a calm, dewy eveningAnd struck was I with a song I was about to sing A song that lay hidden in the silhouettes of each letterThat protruded from the cover, all poised to embitter.But waited I, patiently, under the light of the mundane day You see, Mr Calvino, I had a knack of seeing your way.Fusing the curious with the depth, and peppering them with some humor too All too often, you had served, a world that was both fictional and true.So, on a fine evening, when all yo You landed in my world on a calm, dewy eveningAnd struck was I with a song I was about to sing A song that lay hidden in the silhouettes of each letterThat protruded from the cover, all poised to embitter.But waited I, patiently, under the light of the mundane day You see, Mr Calvino, I had a knack of seeing your way.Fusing the curious with the depth, and peppering them with some humor too All too often, you had served, a world that was both fictional and true.So, on a fine evening, when all your cities rose, at once, to a noisy chatter,I exited my world and entered yours, as it was now, an urgent matter.Welcome , said Kublai Khan, The Imperious Chinese Emperor,Even as he kept his gaze fixed at one particular Conjurer.This particular Conjurer bore remote resemblance to the mighty Apollo Ah He had his name Step in , This is the third book that I have attempted to write a response to this week, and failed I think I am going through a very internal, sponge like phase To say that I haven t been going out much would be a ridiculous understatement I hole up in my bed, finish a book, set it down and grab another almost instantly, comparing the smell of the old to that of the new, then dive straight in, surfacing only rarely for air I haven t felt up to hammering down my feelings about these things that I have This is the third book that I have attempted to write a response to this week, and failed I think I am A five star reviewI hate flying The claustrophobia of it So usually when I return to Italy after visiting London I catch the train to Paris and then the night train to Venice That s my little extravagance I catch the night train to Venice and not Florence for one moment The moment of walking out of the station of Santa Lucia and beholding the Grand Canal I sit on the steps and let all the activity on the canal wash through me I m not sure why this moment means so much to me It s no A five star reviewI hate flying The claustrophobia of it So usually w Heidi Whitman Brain Terrain I have not read Marco Polos s Journeys, but I could imagine what he has written Had I read it, I also would have had to imagine what he had written Same verbs, different tenses.As I am sitting on a bench in front of a museum, waiting for a friend, a family of Italian tourists comes and sits next to me They come from the land of Marco Polo, or maybe not, may be from the land of Italo Calvino since I do not know if they are Venetians Italy was a projection of th Heidi Whitman Brain Terrain I have not read Marco Polos s Journeys, but I could imagine what he has written Had I read it, I also would have had to imagine what he had written Same verbs, different tenses.As I am sitting on a bench in front of a museum, waiting for a friend, a family of Italian tourists comes and sits next to me


About the Author: Italo Calvino

Italo Calvino was born in Cuba and grew up in Italy He was a journalist and writer of short stories and novels His best known works include the Our Ancestors trilogy 1952 1959 , the Cosmicomics collection of short stories 1965 , and the novels Invisible Cities 1972 and If On a Winter s Night a Traveler 1979.His style is not easily classified much of his writing has an air of the fantastic Italo Calvino was born in Cuba and grew up in Italy He was a journalist and writer of short stories and novels His best known works include the Our Ancestors trilogy 1952 1959 , the Cosmicomics collection of short stories 1965 , and the novels Invisible Cities 1972 and If On a Winter s Night a Traveler 1979.His style is not easily classified much of his writing has an air of the fantastic reminiscent of fairy tales Our Ancestors, Cosmicomics , although sometimes his writing isrealistic and in the scenic mode of observation Difficult Loves, for example Some of his writing has been called postmodern, reflecting on literature and the act of reading, while some has been labeled magical realist, others fables, others simply modern He wrote My working method hasoften than not involved the subtraction of weight I have tried to remove weight, sometimes from people, sometimes from heavenly bodies, sometimes from cities above all I have tried to remove weight from the structure of stories and from language.


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