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Stellvertretende Abschaffung
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Geistige Mütter
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Die Liebe im Konvexen, in der totalen Rundung und zur Slutifizierung aller Männer westlich des Bosporus
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Le futur de la littérature
Sina Dell’Anno
Punk / Philology
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"I’d rather live in a book"
Mengia Tschalaer
Queere Räume
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Der Autor ist nicht die Autorin
Mengia Tschalaer
Queer Spaces
Claire Fontaine
Towards a Theory of Magic Materialism
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Grabmal für Guy Debord
Jean-Luc Nancy
Après les avant-gardes
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Nach den Avantgarden
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem, Philippe Sollers
What is the Meaning of the Avant-garde’s Death?
Christian Beetz, Hendrik Rohlf
Katalysatoren der Radikalisierung
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Art, Girls, and Aesthetic Freedom Down Below
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Helmut J. Schneider
Wie fern darf der Nächste sein?
Fritz Senn
Das Leben besteht aus gestrandeten Konjunktiven
Helmut J. Schneider
How Distant Can My Neighbor be?
Maria Filomena Molder
Die Almosen der Zeit
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 5
Stephen Barber
A War of Fragments: World Versus America
Stephen Barber
Krieg aus Fragmenten: World Versus America
Elena Vogman
Dynamography, or Andrei Bely’s Rhythmic Gesture
Dietmar Dath
Your Sprache Never Was
Diane Williams
Rums Bums auf der Treppe
Bruce Bégout
The Man from Venice
Ann Cotten
Dialoge
Stephen Barber
Futurama Nights, October 1978
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Ohne Halt
Michael Heitz
Another New God in Parts
Damian Christinger
Huelsenbeck (Book)
Tyler Coburn
Quaddie
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...
I remember during the frozen Tokyo winter of 1997: I took long walks in the dead of night through the...
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?
…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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»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.