Andreas L. Hofbauer
Ersatzkaffeelesen
Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Stellvertretende Abschaffung
I.V. Nuss
The Love in the Convex, in Absolute Roundness and the Sluttification of All Men West of the Bosporus
Emma Waltraud Howes
Questionnaire Emma Waltraud Howes
Sina Dell’Anno
Punk / Philologie
Donatien Grau, James Spooner
Afropunk Philology
Johanna Went
I remember (Johanna Went)
Dan-el Padilla Peralta
Junk Philology. An Anti-Commentary
Felix Stalder
Feedback as Authenticity
Marlene Streeruwitz
L'auteur n'est pas l'auteure
Claire Fontaine
Vers une théorie du matérialisme magique
A. L. Kennedy
Was ist ein Autor?
Zoran Terzić
The Grand Generalization
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem
Grabmal für Guy Debord
Jean-Luc Nancy
Nach den Avantgarden
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Johannes Binotto
Shrewing the tame
Alexander García Düttmann
Kalte Distanz
Michael Heitz, Hendrik Rohlf
Umas Gesicht – Thurmans Stimme
Johannes Binotto
Shrewing the Tame
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
Jochen Thermann
The Assistant Chef
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 4
Maël Renouard
Modifications infimes et considérables
Elena Vogman
Dynamography, or Andrei Bely’s Rhythmic Gesture
Dietmar Dath
Your Sprache Never Was
Manuel Franquelo
Manuel Franquelo im Gespräch
Ann Cotten
Dialogs
Mário Gomes
Poetik der Architektur
Stephen Barber
Futurama Nights, October 1978
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 2
Donatien Grau, Pierre Guyotat
Conversation
Luc Meresma
Capt. Norman MacMillan (Book)
Michael Heitz
Another New God in Parts
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...
I remember during the frozen Tokyo winter of 1997: I took long walks in the dead of night through the...
Lärmende Zeitkapseln, rare Bijous, unverzichtbares Sperrgut aller Epochen, Sprachen und Genres.
Apfel oder Zitrone? Remembering, what do you hear? Wie sterben? Nord oder Süd? A question to which “yes” is always your answer?
Der Post, den ich hiermit teile, hat mich leicht verstört: »Barbara ist Facebook vor 6 Jahren beigetreten«!
…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…
Meine Sprache
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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.