Andreas L. Hofbauer
Ersatzkaffeelesen
Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Stellvertretende Abschaffung
Emma Waltraud Howes
Questionnaire Emma Waltraud Howes
Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Surrogate Abolition
Emanuele Coccia
Le futur de la littérature
Sina Dell’Anno
Punk / Philologie
Donatien Grau
A Life in Philology
Simon Critchley
Learning to Eat Time with One’s Ears
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 7
Felix Stalder
Feedback as Authenticity
Felix Stalder
Feedback als Authentitzität
Zoran Terzić
The Grand Generalization
Jean-Luc Nancy
Nach den Avantgarden
Sandra Frimmel
Ich hasse die Avantgarde
Jean-Luc Nancy
Après les avant-gardes
Christian Beetz, Hendrik Rohlf
Katalysatoren der Radikalisierung
Michael Heitz, Hendrik Rohlf
Umas Gesicht – Thurmans Stimme
Axel Dielmann
Die Schneiderin
Lars von Trier in Conversation with Mehdi Belhaj Kacem & Raphaëlle Milone
Axel Dielmann
The Dressmaker
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 7
Angelika Meier
Who I Really Am
Michele Pedrazzi
The Next Bit. Hautnah am Körper des Unbekannten
Helmut J. Schneider
Wie fern darf der Nächste sein?
Elena Vogman
Dynamography, or Andrei Bely’s Rhythmic Gesture
Dietmar Dath
Your Sprache Never Was
Marcus Quent
Verrinnen der Zeit und Glaube an die Welt
Ann Cotten
Dialogs
Bruce Bégout
L’homme de Venise
Ann Cotten
Dialoge
Mário Gomes
Poetik der Architektur
Rolf Bossart, Milo Rau
Über Realismus
Johanna Went
I remember (Johanna Went)
Peter Ott
The Monotheistic Cell Or Reports from Fiction
Trmasan Bruialesi
Lieber Paul 1
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...
Ich erinnere mich an gewellte goldene Kornfelder.
Ich erinnere mich an mich; in der Peripherie des Bildes.
Ich erinnere mich an die...
Nicht im Dienste irgendeines Wissens oder Spekulierens will dieses fortlaufende Register Eintragungen über Vorstellbares ansammeln: Namen, Objekte, Phänomene, Singularitäten.
Apfel oder Zitrone? Remembering, what do you hear? Wie sterben? Nord oder Süd? A question to which “yes” is always your answer?
DIAPHANES fragt nach Relikten von Zukunftsvisionen in den Bildräumen der Vergangenheit, nach Spuren und Signaturen eines einst Vorstellbaren und zeitlos Möglichen.
…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.