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Stellvertretende Abschaffung
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Geistige Mütter
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Le futur de la littérature
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Towards a Theory of Magic Materialism
A. L. Kennedy
What is an Author?
Felix Stalder
Feedback als Authentitzität
Kai van Eikels
Macht kaputt, was Demokratie kaputt macht
A. L. Kennedy
Qu’est-ce qu’un auteur ?
Sandra Frimmel
Ich hasse die Avantgarde
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The Tautomaniac
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 5
Michael Heitz
Wong Ping’s "Who’s the Daddy"
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What we don’t see
Axel Dielmann
Die Schneiderin
Helmut J. Schneider
How Distant Can My Neighbor be?
Joseph Morder
Une Trinite de la Memoire
Michele Pedrazzi
The Next Bit: un corps à corps avec l’inconnu
Damian Christinger, Monica Ursina Jäger
Homeland Fictions
Marcus Quent
Elapsing Time and Belief in the World
Dietmar Dath
Your Sprache Never Was
Marcus Quent
Verrinnen der Zeit und Glaube an die Welt
Wolfgang Plöger
After This Comes That Before That Comes This
Dietmar Dath
Your Sprache Never Was
Rolf Bossart, Milo Rau
Über Realismus
Mário Gomes
Poetik der Architektur
Diane Williams
Rums Bums auf der Treppe
Ann Cotten
Dialoge
Bruce Bégout
L’homme de Venise
The Transversal Shelf of Printed Books in Times of Accelerated Opaque Media
John Donne
Paradox I
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...
I remember during the frozen Tokyo winter of 1997: I took long walks in the dead of night through the...
Ich erinnere mich an gewellte goldene Kornfelder.
Ich erinnere mich an mich; in der Peripherie des Bildes.
Ich erinnere mich an die...
…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…
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…
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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.