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Queere Räume
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Tombeau pour Guy Debord
Sandra Frimmel
I Hate the Avant-garde
Jean-Luc Nancy
Après les avant-gardes
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Johannes Binotto
Shrewing the Tame
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What we don’t see
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
Barbara Basting
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Politische Transplantate
Zoran Terzić
Transplants politiques
Angelika Meier
Who I Really Am
Wolfgang Plöger
After This Comes That Before That Comes This
Dietmar Dath
Your Sprache Never Was
Dietmar Dath
Your Sprache Never Was
Stephen Barber
A War of Fragments: World Versus America
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Über Realismus
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Venedig, Lagos und der Raum dazwischen
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L’homme de Venise
Stephen Barber
Futurama Nights, October 1978
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I remember (Johanna Went)
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 4
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 2
Aya Momose
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Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 3
What do I remember? My memories of my life have always been very limited. I only remember single fragments, good...
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A Little Paris Nightmare
I loved Paris, even as a little boy, long before I lived there. I was like Pinocchio...
Nicht im Dienste irgendeines Wissens oder Spekulierens will dieses fortlaufende Register Eintragungen über Vorstellbares ansammeln: Namen, Objekte, Phänomene, Singularitäten.
…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.