Invisible cities by italo calvino
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This is the foundation of the city: a net which serves as passage and as support. Below there is nothing for hundreds and hundreds of feet: a few clouds glide past farther down you can glimpse the chasm’s bed. You walk on the little wooden ties, careful not to set your foot in the open spaces, or you cling to the hempen strands. There is a precipice between two steep mountains: the city is over the void, bound to the two crests with ropes and chains and catwalks. Now I will tell how Octavia, the spider-web city, is made. Octavia, Rebecca Chappell Octavia, Maria Monsonet Eda Akaltun But the special quality of this city for the man who arrives there on a September evening, when days are growing shorter and the multicolored lamps are lighted all at once at the doors of the food stalls and from a terrace a woman’s voice cries ooh!, is that he feels envy toward those who now believe they have once before lived an evening identical to this and who think they were happy, that time. All these beauties will already be familiar to a visitor, who has seen them also in other cities. Leaving there and proceeding for three days toward the east, you reach Diomira, a city with sixty silver domes, bronze statues of all the gods, streets paved with lead, a golden cock that crows each morning on a tower. Diomira, Matt Kish Diomira City, Karina Puente Diomira, Ricardo Bonacho
#Invisible cities by italo calvino driver#
In the coastline’s haze, the sailor discerns the form of a camel’s withers, an embroidered saddle with glittering fringe between two spotted humps, advancing and swaying he knows it is a city, but he thinks of it as a camel from whose pack hang wine-skins and bags of candied fruit, date wine, tobacco leaves, and already he sees himself at the head of a long caravan taking him away from the desert of the sea, toward oases of fresh water in the palm trees’ jagged shade, toward palaces of thick, whitewashed walls, tiled courts where girls are dancing barefoot, moving their arms, half-hidden by their veils, and half-revealed.Įach city receives its form from the desert it opposes and so the camel driver and the sailor see Despina, a border city between two deserts. When the camel driver sees, at the horizon of the tableland, the pinnacles of the skyscrapers come into view, the radar antennae, the white and red wind-socks flapping, the chimneys belching smoke, he thinks of a ship he knows it is a city, but he thinks of it as a vessel that will take him away from the desert, a windjammer about to cast off, with the breeze already swelling the sails, not yet unfurled, or a steamboat with its boiler vibrating in the iron keel and he thinks of all the ports, the foreign merchandise the cranes unload on the docks, the taverns where crews of different flags break bottles over one another’s heads, the lighted, ground-floor windows, each with a woman combing her hair. The city displays one face to the traveler arriving overland and a different one to him who arrives by sea.
#Invisible cities by italo calvino free#
Here are a few culled from the internet if you feel so moved, feel free to add your own favorites (or your own!) below.ĭespina City, Karina Puente Despina, Ricardo Bonachoĭespina can be reached in two ways: by ship or by camel. So, this Sunday being Italo Calvino’s birthday, it seems as good a time as any to share some of the treatments artists have given various cities from what is probably his most beloved book. Every once in a while, I’ll see some gorgeous image pop up in a search, and it will seem familiar to me somehow-when I click, I’ll find that it’s another vision of Octavia, or Zenobia, in one of its infinite possible permutations. But it isn’t only avid readers who are fans of Invisible Cities (though I’d wager a strong percentage of the novel’s fans are writers) many artists, designers, and architects have also taken inspiration from Calvino’s imaginary cityscapes and invented architectures-whether overtly or indirectly-and I frequently hear of this book being used in design and art classes of all levels. And I quickly figured out that other people like this book too.
#Invisible cities by italo calvino series#
I took Invisible Cities out of the library. I couldn’t report you many specific details from the book now-there’s not much story to speak of-but I remember the feeling of sitting in the grass and reading it, feeling the coldness of it, the sense of being sucked into another dimension, a series of images both dreamlike and exact, a pleasure simultaneously visceral and intellectual. I couldn’t see more than two feet in front of my face. My relationship had just exploded, and I was very depressed I only knew one person in town, and she was in rapturous love with her new boyfriend. I was working a tedious job at my college over one summer, living in a strange dorm room with no internet. Sometimes I like to think that Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities saved my life, but it might be more accurate to say it saved my mind.