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Junk Philology. An Anti-Commentary
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Le futur de la littérature
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"I’d rather live in a book"
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What is an Author?
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The Grand Generalization
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Der Autor ist nicht die Autorin
Kai van Eikels
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Claire Fontaine
Towards a Theory of Magic Materialism
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The Tautomaniac
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Tomb for Guy Debord
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Axel Dielmann
Die Schneiderin
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Malte Fabian Rauch
Phenomena in Exile
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Zah Zuh
A.K. Kaiza
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Michele Pedrazzi
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Stephen Barber
A War of Fragments: World Versus America
Marcus Quent
Elapsing Time and Belief in the World
Dieter Mersch
Digital Criticism
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Venice, Lagos, and the Spaces in between
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Gespräch über ‚Glimpse‘
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Über Realismus
John Donne
Paradox I
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 3
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John Donne
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…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…
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»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.