In the poem, ‘Map of Venice’, Richard Gwyn evokes Italo Calvino’s notion that ‘the city reveals only a possible version of itself, one of many.’ Soon after, in the same poem, he draws on a second realisation, that ‘what is being described in all these false turnings, darkened doorways, dead ends… is simply a map […]
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