Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Surrogate Abolition
Andreas L. Hofbauer
Ersatzkaffeelesen
Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Stellvertretende Abschaffung
Emanuele Coccia
Le futur de la littérature
Donatien Grau
Une vie en philologie
Donatien Grau
A Life in Philology
Dennis Cooper, Donatien Grau, Richard Hell
"I’d rather live in a book"
Tom McCarthy
Toke My Asymptote – or, The Ecstatic Agony of Appearance
A. L. Kennedy
Qu’est-ce qu’un auteur ?
A. L. Kennedy
What is an Author?
Felix Stalder
Feedback as Authenticity
Marlene Streeruwitz
L'auteur n'est pas l'auteure
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem, Philippe Sollers
What is the Meaning of the Avant-garde’s Death?
Jean-Luc Nancy
Nach den Avantgarden
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Jean-Luc Nancy
Après les avant-gardes
Fritz Senn
Das Leben besteht aus gestrandeten Konjunktiven
Lars von Trier in Conversation with Mehdi Belhaj Kacem & Raphaëlle Milone
Michael Heitz, Hendrik Rohlf
Umas Gesicht – Thurmans Stimme
Johannes Binotto
Shrewing the tame
Helmut J. Schneider
Wie fern darf der Nächste sein?
Maria Filomena Molder
The Alms of Time
Thomas Huber
Generation of the Lynn Hershman Antibody
Angelika Meier
Who I Really Am
A.K. Kaiza
An Annotated History of Wakanda
Manuel Franquelo
Manuel Franquelo im Gespräch
Manuel Franquelo
An interview with Manuel Franquelo
Stephen Barber
A War of Fragments: World Versus America
Maël Renouard
Fragmente eines unendlichen Gedächtnisses
Wolfgang Plöger
After This Comes That Before That Comes This
Mário Gomes
Poetik der Architektur
Mário Gomes
The Poetics of Architecture
Eric Baudelaire
Abecedarium
Stephen Barber
Futurama Nights, October 1978
Mário Gomes
Brandsatz & Ästhetik
Tyler Coburn
Quaddie
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 4
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 2
What do I remember? My memories of my life have always been very limited. I only remember single fragments, good...
Une Trinité de mémoire
Je me souviens de quelques lieux, de quelques parfums d’enfance. En Amérique du Sud, en Equateur, à...
Ich erinnere mich an mein Exemplar von Alles kurz und klein, das weg ist, verschwunden! – wer erinnert sich, es...
L’œuvre d'art n’a pas d’idée, elle est idée
…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.