Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Stellvertretende Abschaffung
Barbara Vinken
Geistige Mütter
Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Surrogate Abolition
I.V. Nuss
Die Liebe im Konvexen, in der totalen Rundung und zur Slutifizierung aller Männer westlich des Bosporus
Emma Waltraud Howes
Questionnaire Emma Waltraud Howes
Donatien Grau, James Spooner
Afropunk Philology
Johanna Went
I remember (Johanna Went)
Simon Critchley
Learning to Eat Time with One’s Ears
Dan-el Padilla Peralta
Junk Philology. An Anti-Commentary
Felix Stalder
Feedback als Authentitzität
Zoran Terzić
Die Verallgemeinerung des Menschen
Marlene Streeruwitz
L'auteur n'est pas l'auteure
Tom McCarthy
Toke My Asymptote – or, The Ecstatic Agony of Appearance
Marlene Streeruwitz
Der Autor ist nicht die Autorin
Sandra Frimmel
I Hate the Avant-garde
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem
Tomb for Guy Debord
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem
Grabmal für Guy Debord
Michael Heitz
Wong Ping’s "Who’s the Daddy"
Christian Beetz, Hendrik Rohlf
Katalysatoren der Radikalisierung
Sina Dell’Anno
Oratio Soluta
Ines Kleesattel
Art, Girls, and Aesthetic Freedom Down Below
Thomas Huber
Generation of the Lynn Hershman Antibody
Maria Filomena Molder
The Alms of Time
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
A.K. Kaiza
An Annotated History of Wakanda
A.K. Kaiza
Eine kommentierte Geschichte Wakandas
Marcus Quent
Elapsing Time and Belief in the World
Dieter Mersch
Digital Criticism
Stephen Barber
A War of Fragments: World Versus America
Maël Renouard
Modifications infimes et considérables
Eric Baudelaire
Abecedarium
Alexander García Düttmann
Kann es eine Gesellschaft ohne Feier geben oder Die kritische Frage des Theaters
Jelili Atiku, Damian Christinger
Venedig, Lagos und der Raum dazwischen
Ann Cotten
Dialoge
Rolf Bossart, Milo Rau
On Realism
Damian Christinger
Huelsenbeck (Book)
Marcus Quent
Ohne Halt
Dorothee Scheiffarth
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CLOUD NAMES
Tyler Coburn
Quaddie
Aya Momose
Questionnaire Aya Momose
Une Trinité de mémoire
Je me souviens de quelques lieux, de quelques parfums d’enfance. En Amérique du Sud, en Equateur, à...
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...
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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…
L’œuvre d'art n’a pas d’idée, elle est idée
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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.