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Stellvertretende Abschaffung
Dennis Cooper, Donatien Grau, Richard Hell
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Le futur de la littérature
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Junk Philology. An Anti-Commentary
Zoran Terzić
The Grand Generalization
Claire Fontaine
Vers une théorie du matérialisme magique
Felix Stalder
Feedback as Authenticity
A. L. Kennedy
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The Tautomaniac
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem
Tomb for Guy Debord
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 5
Michael Heitz
Wong Ping’s "Who’s the Daddy"
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Alexander García Düttmann
Cold Distance
Zoran Terzić
Transplants politiques
Maria Filomena Molder
Die Almosen der Zeit
A.K. Kaiza
An Annotated History of Wakanda
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Marcus Quent
Verrinnen der Zeit und Glaube an die Welt
Wolfgang Plöger
After This Comes That Before That Comes This
Manuel Franquelo
An interview with Manuel Franquelo
Maël Renouard
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Alexander García Düttmann
Can There Be a Society Without Ceremony or the Critical Question of Theatre
Alexander García Düttmann
Kann es eine Gesellschaft ohne Feier geben oder Die kritische Frage des Theaters
Ann Cotten
Dialoge
Jurij Pavlovich Annenkov
A Diary of my Encounters
Jean-Luc Nancy
Je me souviens (Jean-Luc Nancy)
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Stephen Barber
I remember (Stephen Barber)
Blixa Bargeld
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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.