I wander thro’ each charter’d street – Inquiries into Psychogeography by Group 2
“In a sense life in the high-rise had begun to resemble the world outside – there were the same ruthlessness and agression concealed within a set of polite conventions.”
– High Rise by J.G. Ballard
I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
London by William Blake
Freder: Your magnificent city, Father – and you the brain of this city – and all of us in the city’s light…And where are the people, Father, whose hands built your city–?
Joh Fredersen: Where they belong…
Freder: In the depths…? What if one day, those in the depths rise up against you?
– Metropolis – Fritz Lang
“This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. To-day we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again.”
– Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
This is just goodbye for now. Until we meet again.
GROUP 2. MAFAZINE ISSUE 2.
FIN.