A new voice echoes in the wilderness. The tone is encouraging, Moses rather than the lone lost soul.

tate, very much with the small 't' unloved by computer grammar checkers, is a magazine that brings together all the higher disciplines of art. And most of the best people of the Sunday Supplement circus. Its editor Tim Marlow sets the tone. Born of the Tate galleries new and old, but not their slave, the journal aims to be 'provocative, profound, pluralistic and pleasurable'. It embraces causes familiar and novel, from the city 'concept' to boredom as an art form.

Cities, 'So vast, so weird, so clumsy and incomprehensible', as seen by J G Ballard, take us from the virtual form that adumbrates Le Corbusier's dictum 'a city built for speed is a city built for success', to the Sanctuary City of Istanbul which Frenchman Jean Baudrillard sees as the truly magical 'millennial city'. Ah me. If only this writer could cease to think of it as Constantinople!