Emma Waltraud Howes
Questionnaire Emma Waltraud Howes
I.V. Nuss
The Love in the Convex, in Absolute Roundness and the Sluttification of All Men West of the Bosporus
Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Stellvertretende Abschaffung
Andreas L. Hofbauer
Ersatzkaffeelesen
Sina Dell’Anno
Punk / Philology
Donatien Grau, James Spooner
Afropunk Philology
Donatien Grau
Une vie en philologie
Simon Critchley
Learning to Eat Time with One’s Ears
A. L. Kennedy
Qu’est-ce qu’un auteur ?
Claire Fontaine
Towards a Theory of Magic Materialism
Tom McCarthy
Toke My Asymptote – or, The Ecstatic Agony of Appearance
Kai van Eikels
Macht kaputt, was Demokratie kaputt macht
Sandra Frimmel
I Hate the Avant-garde
Jean-Luc Nancy
Nach den Avantgarden
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 5
Michael Heitz, Hendrik Rohlf
Uma’s Face—Thurman’s Voice
Ines Kleesattel
Kunst, junge Mädchen und die ästhetische Freiheit untenrum
Alexander García Düttmann
Kalte Distanz
Christian Beetz, Hendrik Rohlf
Katalysatoren der Radikalisierung
Jochen Thermann
The Assistant Chef
Helmut J. Schneider
Wie fern darf der Nächste sein?
Angelika Meier
Who I Really Am
Thomas Huber
Generation of the Lynn Hershman Antibody
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
Maël Renouard
Modifications infimes et considérables
Dietmar Dath
Your Sprache Never Was
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 3
Diane Williams
Bang Bang on the Stair
Jelili Atiku, Damian Christinger
Venice, Lagos, and the Spaces in between
Bruce Bégout
The Man from Venice
Artur Zmijewski
Conversation on “Glimpse”
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 5
Mário Gomes
Brandsatz & Ästhetik
Andreas Reihse
LISTMANIA: GUANAJUATONOVIEMBRE
What do I remember? My memories of my life have always been very limited. I only remember single fragments, good...
So wie geplant kommt es ja selten, meistens ergibt sich etwas halt so. Das ist weniger der Zustand der Welt...
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…
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L’œuvre d'art n’a pas d’idée, elle est idée
Apfel oder Zitrone? Remembering, what do you hear? Wie sterben? Nord oder Süd? A question to which “yes” is always your answer?
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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.