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Stellvertretende Abschaffung
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Geistige Mütter
Andreas L. Hofbauer
Ersatzkaffeelesen
Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Surrogate Abolition
Johanna Went
I remember (Johanna Went)
Donatien Grau, James Spooner
Afropunk Philology
Donatien Grau
A Life in Philology
Simon Critchley
Learning to Eat Time with One’s Ears
Dennis Cooper, Donatien Grau, Richard Hell
"I’d rather live in a book"
Marlene Streeruwitz
Der Autor ist nicht die Autorin
A. L. Kennedy
Was ist ein Autor?
Marlene Streeruwitz
L'auteur n'est pas l'auteure
Zoran Terzić
The Grand Generalization
Sandra Frimmel
I Hate the Avant-garde
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem
Tomb for Guy Debord
Hans Block, Moritz Riesewieck
Was wir nicht sehen
Sina Dell’Anno
Oratio Soluta
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 7
Zoran Terzić
Transplants politiques
Helmut J. Schneider
How Distant Can My Neighbor be?
Maria Filomena Molder
Die Almosen der Zeit
Michele Pedrazzi
The Next Bit. Corpo a corpo con l’ignoto
Michele Pedrazzi
The Next Bit. Hautnah am Körper des Unbekannten
Manuel Franquelo
An interview with Manuel Franquelo
Dieter Mersch
Digital Criticism
Marcus Quent
Elapsing Time and Belief in the World
Dieter Mersch
Digital Criticism
Maël Renouard
Modifications infimes et considérables
Artur Zmijewski
Conversation on “Glimpse”
Mário Gomes
The Poetics of Architecture
Ann Cotten
Dialogs
Rolf Bossart, Milo Rau
On Realism
Stephen Barber
Futurama Nights, October 1978
Haus am Gern
L’œuvre d'art n’a pas d’idée, elle est idée (Blog1)
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 3
Andreas Reihse
LISTMANIA: GUANAJUATONOVIEMBRE
Ich erinnere mich an mein Exemplar von Alles kurz und klein, das weg ist, verschwunden! – wer erinnert sich, es...
A Little Paris Nightmare
I loved Paris, even as a little boy, long before I lived there. I was like Pinocchio...
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...
Apfel oder Zitrone? Remembering, what do you hear? Wie sterben? Nord oder Süd? A question to which “yes” is always your answer?
Gedanklich-sinnliche Küchenzettel, Aufzählungen und Auslesen…
L’œuvre d'art n’a pas d’idée, elle est idée
…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.