Donatien Grau, James Spooner
Afropunk Philology
Donatien Grau
Une vie en philologie
Dan-el Padilla Peralta
Junk Philology. An Anti-Commentary
Simon Critchley
Learning to Eat Time with One’s Ears
Tom McCarthy
Toke My Asymptote – oder: die ekstatische Agonie des Erscheinens
Claire Fontaine
Towards a Theory of Magic Materialism
Marlene Streeruwitz
Der Autor ist nicht die Autorin
Kai van Eikels
Macht kaputt, was Demokratie kaputt macht
Kai van Eikels
Do in What's Doing, Democracy in!
Jean-Luc Nancy
Après les avant-gardes
Jean-Luc Nancy
Nach den Avantgarden
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem
Tomb for Guy Debord
Christian Beetz, Hendrik Rohlf
Katalysatoren der Radikalisierung
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 5
Andreas L. Hofbauer
Yoke
Michael Heitz, Hendrik Rohlf
Umas Gesicht – Thurmans Stimme
Michael Heitz, Hendrik Rohlf
Uma’s Face—Thurman’s Voice
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 5
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 7
A.K. Kaiza
An Annotated History of Wakanda
Nicole Bachmann
Questionnaire Nicole Bachmann
Maël Renouard
Fragmente eines unendlichen Gedächtnisses
Dieter Mersch
Digital Criticism
Maël Renouard
The Twilight of Classification?
Bruce Bégout
The Man from Venice
Igor Chubarov
Das Kollektivsubjekt oder die Masse als Subjekt
Stephen Barber
Futurama Nights, October 1978
Jelili Atiku, Damian Christinger
Venedig, Lagos und der Raum dazwischen
Mário Gomes
The Poetics of Architecture
Hendrik Rohlf
Richard Prince (Book)
Trmasan Bruialesi
Lieber Paul 1
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 2
What do I remember? My memories of my life have always been very limited. I only remember single fragments, good...
Une Trinité de mémoire
Je me souviens de quelques lieux, de quelques parfums d’enfance. En Amérique du Sud, en Equateur, à...
La soif
Quand j’étais enfant, près de la maison ou j’habitais, il y avait une voie ferrée. Avant de m'endormir, j’entendais...
…rather alarms, to truth to arm her than enemies, and they have only this advantage to scape from being called ill things, that they are nothings…
Gedanklich-sinnliche Küchenzettel, Aufzählungen und Auslesen…
Apfel oder Zitrone? Remembering, what do you hear? Wie sterben? Nord oder Süd? A question to which “yes” is always your answer?
Lärmende Zeitkapseln, rare Bijous, unverzichtbares Sperrgut aller Epochen, Sprachen und Genres.
Meine Sprache
Deutsch
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Deutsch, Englisch, Französisch
»Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, MAESTRO DI COLOR CHE SANNO. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.
Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs
marching. No, agallop: DELINE THE MARE.
Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since?
If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. BASTA! I will see
if I can see.
See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world
without end.«
James Joyce
Dire works on the bogus regime—not just of art—but endowed with wit, beauty and irresistible fetish character.