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Toke My Asymptote – or, The Ecstatic Agony of Appearance
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Michael F. Zimmermann
Courbet als Assyrer
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What is the Meaning of the Avant-garde’s Death?
Sandra Frimmel
Ich hasse die Avantgarde
Zoran Terzić
The Tautomaniac
Jean-Luc Nancy
Après les avant-gardes
Sina Dell’Anno
Oratio Soluta
Sina Dell’Anno
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Johannes Binotto
Shrewing the tame
Jochen Thermann
Der Hilfskoch
Maria Filomena Molder
The Alms of Time
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
Barbara Basting
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Maria Filomena Molder
Die Almosen der Zeit
Stephen Barber
Krieg aus Fragmenten: World Versus America
Maël Renouard
Modifications infimes et considérables
Stephen Barber
A War of Fragments: World Versus America
Emma Waltraud Howes
Questionnaire Emma Waltraud Howes
Dieter Mersch
Digital Criticism
Jelili Atiku, Damian Christinger
Venedig, Lagos und der Raum dazwischen
Jurij Pavlovich Annenkov
A Diary of my Encounters
Bruce Bégout
The Man from Venice
Alexander García Düttmann
Can There Be a Society Without Ceremony or the Critical Question of Theatre
Mário Gomes
The Poetics of Architecture
Dorothee Scheiffarth
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CLOUD NAMES
Oliver Hendricks
Human Oddities (Book)
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 1
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Une Trinité de mémoire
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…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?
Lärmende Zeitkapseln, rare Bijous, unverzichtbares Sperrgut aller Epochen, Sprachen und Genres.
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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.