The New City will be completed, it will come to be. Not, of course, by architects and urban planners who foolishly believe that they can regulate people's lives in advance and the future of humanity with rulers, decimeters, angles, and 'T's, within their selfish designs, narcissistically (Marxist, fascist, or bourgeois), drowning and being drowned, arranging things.

No, the New City will not be built like that; it will be built by all people, when humans, having exhausted the denials, both good and bad, seeing the dazzling light of anti-sophistry –that is, the light of being without doctrines, without the garments of Truth– cease to immerse their hands and feet in blood and heavy sins, and let within their souls, with fervor of affirmation, all the trees of Eden, with full fruit and without serpents –but God, or the Gods– bloom completely free.

–ANDREAS EMPEIRIKOS, Octana

SELECTION, ANALYSIS, AND COMMENTARY on passages from the poetic work of Andreas Empirikos that refer to the city and specifically to Athens, by architect-urban planner and Athenian enthusiast Alexandros Papageorgiou-Venetas, who concludes: “The poet's stance towards the space of his living is one of praise. The serene Attic landscape hides within it pulsating forces: diffuse light, ceaseless motion, bustling noise, unyielding alertness, which enchant him.”