Andreas L. Hofbauer
Ersatzkaffeelesen
Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Surrogate Abolition
Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Stellvertretende Abschaffung
Dennis Cooper, Donatien Grau, Richard Hell
"I’d rather live in a book"
Donatien Grau
A Life in Philology
Dan-el Padilla Peralta
Junk Philology. An Anti-Commentary
Simon Critchley
Learning to Eat Time with One’s Ears
Sina Dell’Anno
Punk / Philology
Marlene Streeruwitz
L'auteur n'est pas l'auteure
Tom McCarthy
Toke My Asymptote – or, The Ecstatic Agony of Appearance
Kai van Eikels
Macht kaputt, was Demokratie kaputt macht
Marlene Streeruwitz
Der Autor ist nicht die Autorin
Felix Stalder
Feedback as Authenticity
Sandra Frimmel
Ich hasse die Avantgarde
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem
Tombeau pour Guy Debord
Christian Beetz, Hendrik Rohlf
Katalysatoren der Radikalisierung
Alexander García Düttmann
Cold Distance
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Axel Dielmann
The Dressmaker
Andreas L. Hofbauer
Yoke
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 4
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
Michele Pedrazzi
The Next Bit. Hautnah am Körper des Unbekannten
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Dieter Mersch
Digital Criticism
Manuel Franquelo
An interview with Manuel Franquelo
Stephen Barber
Krieg aus Fragmenten: World Versus America
Wolfgang Plöger
After This Comes That Before That Comes This
Diane Williams
Bang Bang on the Stair
Artur Zmijewski
Gespräch über ‚Glimpse‘
Jelili Atiku, Damian Christinger
Venice, Lagos, and the Spaces in between
Bruce Bégout
The Man from Venice
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 5
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 4
Michael Heitz
Noch ein neuer Gott in Teilen
Andreas Reihse
LISTMANIA: GUANAJUATONOVIEMBRE
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...
I remember during the frozen Tokyo winter of 1997: I took long walks in the dead of night through the...
…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…
DIAPHANES fragt nach Relikten von Zukunftsvisionen in den Bildräumen der Vergangenheit, nach Spuren und Signaturen eines einst Vorstellbaren und zeitlos Möglichen.
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.