Animal Anti-Cities

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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). ↩︎

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