I.V. Nuss
The Love in the Convex, in Absolute Roundness and the Sluttification of All Men West of the Bosporus
Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Surrogate Abolition
I.V. Nuss
Die Liebe im Konvexen, in der totalen Rundung und zur Slutifizierung aller Männer westlich des Bosporus
Andreas L. Hofbauer
Ersatzkaffeelesen
Dan-el Padilla Peralta
Junk Philology. An Anti-Commentary
Sina Dell’Anno
Punk / Philologie
Donatien Grau, James Spooner
Afropunk Philology
Donatien Grau
Une vie en philologie
Sina Dell’Anno
Punk / Philology
Felix Stalder
Feedback als Authentitzität
Mengia Tschalaer
Queer Spaces
Zoran Terzić
The Grand Generalization
Kai van Eikels
Macht kaputt, was Demokratie kaputt macht
Claire Fontaine
Vers une théorie du matérialisme magique
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem, Philippe Sollers
Wofür steht der Tod der Avantgarden?
Jean-Luc Nancy
Nach den Avantgarden
Zoran Terzić
The Tautomaniac
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Ines Kleesattel
Kunst, junge Mädchen und die ästhetische Freiheit untenrum
Hans Block, Moritz Riesewieck
Was wir nicht sehen
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Andreas L. Hofbauer
Yoke
Sina Dell’Anno
Oratio Soluta
Damian Christinger, Monica Ursina Jäger
Fiktionen von Heimat
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Zoran Terzić
Political Transplants
Jochen Thermann
The Assistant Chef
Manuel Franquelo
An interview with Manuel Franquelo
Dieter Mersch
Digital Criticism
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 3
Dietmar Dath
Your Sprache Never Was
Stephen Barber
Futurama Nights, October 1978
Bruce Bégout
The Man from Venice
Diane Williams
Rums Bums auf der Treppe
Jelili Atiku, Damian Christinger
Venice, Lagos, and the Spaces in between
The Transversal Shelf of Printed Books in Times of Accelerated Opaque Media
Peter Ott
The Monotheistic Cell Or Reports from Fiction
Luc Meresma
Capt. Norman MacMillan (Book)
What do I remember? My memories of my life have always been very limited. I only remember single fragments, good...
So wie geplant kommt es ja selten, meistens ergibt sich etwas halt so. Das ist weniger der Zustand der Welt...
A Little Paris Nightmare
I loved Paris, even as a little boy, long before I lived there. I was like Pinocchio...
…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…
Der Post, den ich hiermit teile, hat mich leicht verstört: »Barbara ist Facebook vor 6 Jahren beigetreten«!
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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.