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Maria Filomena Molder . The Alms of Time . . . . . Angelika Meier . Wer ich wirklich bin . . . . . . Xenolinguistics . . . . . Zoran Terzić . Political Transplants . . . . . Helmut J. Schneider . Wie fern darf der Nächste sein? . . . . . Slavs and Tatars . Reverse Joy . . . . . Jean-Luc Nancy . Zah Zuh . . . . . Honoré Daumier: Don Quixote lisant . . . . . Hinter der Great Firewall . . . . . Künstliche und andere Intelligenzen . . . . . Boutiquen am Bosporus . . . . . Ich erinnere mich . . . . . A.K. Kaiza . An Annotated History of Wakanda . . . . . Thomas Huber . Generation of the Lynn Hershman Antibody . . . . . . . . . . Karl der Große reitet durch Paris . . . . . Damian Christinger, Monica Ursina Jäger . Fiktionen von Heimat . . . . . Ich erinnere mich . . . . . Michele Pedrazzi . The Next Bit. Corpo a corpo con l’ignoto . . . . . Jochen Thermann . Der Hilfskoch . . . . . Damian Christinger, Monica Ursina Jäger . Homeland Fictions . . . . . Jochen Thermann . L’aide-cuisinier . . . . . Slavs and Tatars . Reverse Joy . . . . . Zoran Terzić . Politische Transplantate . . . . . Angelika Meier . Who I Really Am . . . . . Jean-Luc Nancy . Zah Zuh . . . . . Maria Filomena Molder . Die Almosen der Zeit . . . . . A.K. Kaiza . Eine kommentierte Geschichte Wakandas . . . . . Zoran Terzić . Transplants politiques . . . . . Jean-Luc Nancy . Zah Zuh . . . . . Helmut J. Schneider . How Distant Can My Neighbor be? . . . . . Jochen Thermann . The Assistant Chef . . . . . Michele Pedrazzi . The Next Bit: un corps à corps avec l’inconnu . . . . . Michele Pedrazzi . The Next Bit. Hautnah am Körper des Unbekannten . . . . . Jean-Luc Nancy . Zah Zuh

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Maria Filomena Molder

So many egoists call themselves artists…

“So many egoists call themselves artists,” Rimbaud wrote to Paul Demeny on May 15, 1871. Even though that is not always obvious, ‘I’, the first person, is the most unknown person, a mystery that is constantly moving towards the other two, the second and third persons, a series of unfoldings and smatterings that eventually gelled as ‘Je est un autre’. That is why ‘apocryphal’ is a literarily irrelevant concept and ‘pseudo’ a symptom, the very proof that life, writing, is made up of echoes, which means that intrusions and thefts (Borges also discusses them) will always be the daily bread of those who write.

Words from others, words taken out of place and mutilated: here are the alms of time, that squanderer’s sole kindness. And so many others, mostly others who wrote, and many other pages, all of them apocryphal, all of them echoes, reflections. All this flows together into—two centuries...

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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

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