Emma Waltraud Howes
Questionnaire Emma Waltraud Howes
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
Donatien Grau, James Spooner
Afropunk Philology
Emanuele Coccia
Le futur de la littérature
Dennis Cooper, Donatien Grau, Richard Hell
"I’d rather live in a book"
Zoran Terzić
Die Verallgemeinerung des Menschen
Claire Fontaine
Towards a Theory of Magic Materialism
Michael F. Zimmermann
Courbet als Assyrer
Claire Fontaine
Vers une théorie du matérialisme magique
A. L. Kennedy
Was ist ein Autor?
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem, Philippe Sollers
Wofür steht der Tod der Avantgarden?
Jean-Luc Nancy
Nach den Avantgarden
Jean-Luc Nancy
Après les avant-gardes
Ines Kleesattel
Art, Girls, and Aesthetic Freedom Down Below
Johannes Binotto
Shrewing the Tame
Michael Heitz, Hendrik Rohlf
Uma’s Face—Thurman’s Voice
Lars von Trier in Conversation with Mehdi Belhaj Kacem & Raphaëlle Milone
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
Angelika Meier
Who I Really Am
Helmut J. Schneider
Wie fern darf der Nächste sein?
Maria Filomena Molder
Die Almosen der Zeit
Jochen Thermann
The Assistant Chef
Wolfgang Plöger
After This Comes That Before That Comes This
Maël Renouard
Fragmente eines unendlichen Gedächtnisses
Stephen Barber
Krieg aus Fragmenten: World Versus America
Jelili Atiku, Damian Christinger
Venice, Lagos, and the Spaces in between
Jelili Atiku, Damian Christinger
Venedig, Lagos und der Raum dazwischen
Rolf Bossart, Milo Rau
On Realism
Mário Gomes
Poetik der Architektur
Ann Cotten
Dialogs
Dorothee Scheiffarth
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CLOUD NAMES
Trmasan Bruialesi
Lieber Paul 1
Ute Holl
Dream, Clouds, Off, Exile
Peter Ott
The Monotheistic Cell Or Reports from Fiction
Hendrik Rohlf
Richard Prince (Book)
What do I remember? My memories of my life have always been very limited. I only remember single fragments, good...
Ich erinnere mich an mein Exemplar von Alles kurz und klein, das weg ist, verschwunden! – wer erinnert sich, es...
La soif
Quand j’étais enfant, près de la maison ou j’habitais, il y avait une voie ferrée. Avant de m'endormir, j’entendais...
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?
…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.