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Andreas L. Hofbauer
Ersatzkaffeelesen
Barbara Vinken
Geistige Mütter
I.V. Nuss
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Sina Dell’Anno
Punk / Philology
Donatien Grau
Une vie en philologie
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"I’d rather live in a book"
Simon Critchley
Learning to Eat Time with One’s Ears
Kai van Eikels
Macht kaputt, was Demokratie kaputt macht
Claire Fontaine
Vers une théorie du matérialisme magique
Claire Fontaine
Towards a Theory of Magic Materialism
Zoran Terzić
The Grand Generalization
Felix Stalder
Feedback as Authenticity
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem
Tomb for Guy Debord
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem
Tombeau pour Guy Debord
Sandra Frimmel
Ich hasse die Avantgarde
Fritz Senn
Das Leben besteht aus gestrandeten Konjunktiven
Ines Kleesattel
Kunst, junge Mädchen und die ästhetische Freiheit untenrum
Michael Heitz, Hendrik Rohlf
Uma’s Face—Thurman’s Voice
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 7
Michael Heitz, Hendrik Rohlf
Umas Gesicht – Thurmans Stimme
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
Maria Filomena Molder
The Alms of Time
A.K. Kaiza
An Annotated History of Wakanda
Angelika Meier
Who I Really Am
Joseph Morder
Une Trinite de la Memoire
Dietmar Dath
Your Sprache Never Was
Marcus Quent
Verrinnen der Zeit und Glaube an die Welt
Manuel Franquelo
An interview with Manuel Franquelo
Dieter Mersch
Digital Criticism
Mário Gomes
The Poetics of Architecture
Alexander García Düttmann
Kann es eine Gesellschaft ohne Feier geben oder Die kritische Frage des Theaters
Artur Zmijewski
Conversation on “Glimpse”
Bruce Bégout
The Man from Venice
Jelili Atiku, Damian Christinger
Venice, Lagos, and the Spaces in between
Aya Momose
Questionnaire Aya Momose
Andreas Reihse
LISTMANIA: GUANAJUATONOVIEMBRE
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 4
What do I remember? My memories of my life have always been very limited. I only remember single fragments, good...
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...
…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?
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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.