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This book is mix-media publication of image and text in dialogue. It wants to unravel the beauty and politics of contemporary city space, mainly in the Americas . It narrates by creating a dialogue between photography, poetry, and street art. The book is designed as a little pocket gallery that you carry with you to be read, enjoyed and shared en route and in the public spaces of our cities.
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Seitenzahl: 20
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
A book dedicated to all street artists and urban dwellers
How many times do we walk the city? How many times are we present and at the same absent closing our eyes to people, things near? Our thoughts are caught up in matters of everyday life and we walk the street lost in glamorous sights. This book wants to unravel the beauty and politics of contemporary city space in the Americas. It wishes to create a dialogue between photography, poetry, and street art.
Read, share and enjoy the book in the public spaces of our cities: cafés, parks, street corners, the metro, the bus. It is designed as a little pocket gallery that you carry with you. The wish is to please the reader’s eyes, to inspire the reader’s mind, to hopefully touch the reader’s soul and to open people’s eyes to the city spaces around them beyond consumption.
Wilfried Raussert, Bielefeld/Guadalajara Ketaki Datta, Calcutta
Photographer Poet
June 2018
Light our fire
Cantina luchador
Eastside Women
Sun-dried Butterflies
Some other god
Grabbing a Degree
Fresh Juices and Parted Lips
Cleansing the Countenance
A Tale of Walking in and Leaving
Rolling stones fan
Lost Gaze
Going down
Caught in Between
Tricky thing
Green in hue
Secret Sharers
Unity in Diversity
Man and Music
In awe
Urban mobilities
Birdman
Come and Dance with Him
Woman meets Woman
Seattle Calling
Punk lady
Wear That Smile
Rush hour
Wall to Walk
This is Paradise
What Matters
All marigolds, of all variegated hue
Adorn you,
Your face, a crisscross of
red and blue,
Jim Morrison, after singing such
Fiery numbers,
How could you succumb to
Nullity, under alien stars?
One evening, when your passion
Kept running high
Your dreams nudged you to
Sing of anything in ken and nigh,
Evening in Paris was driving you
Crazy with lyrics in style,
Drawing a pall abruptly
on your body, so agile!
Twenty-seven were you,
Dreams still unarranged;
Reality – still a chimera
But Time decided to merge
with Eternity,
Snuffing the wick of your candle,
So sprightly, so gritty!
A bizarre logo ‘luchador’
above
Marks the canteen as unique,
The closed eyes of a man