![]() ![]() ![]() Rooney, here, uses the story-the fantastic one, thanks to archival research-of Margaret Fishback, city-person and poet, plus the “highest-paid female advertising copywriter in the world during the 1930s, thanks to her brilliant work for R.H. Studies of cities spring up-less academic than amateur detective in genre-those possessed by such experiences scribblings notes, scotch-taping together portfolios, cabinets of curiosity on the page: Lunch Poems or Paris Peasant, Harlem Is Nowhere or Open City. Which sure doesn’t mean that those open-eyed city-folk don’t talk about it, going on and on about its serendipitous juxtapositions, those moments that are uncanny with some sense of a transcendence, as if beneath the sidewalk there really were some plan, some knowledge. ![]() What is the city to the self who lives-really lives, eyes open, on the streets-within it? More than a thinking device, more than a frame of subjectivity or an optics, an ethics, it becomes a kind of horizon, a referent and limit at once visible yet always out of the reach of articulation. ![]()
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