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Learning to Eat Time with One’s Ears
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I remember (Johanna Went)
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A Life in Philology
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Vers une théorie du matérialisme magique
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Feedback als Authentitzität
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Queer Spaces
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What is an Author?
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Wofür steht der Tod der Avantgarden?
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What is the Meaning of the Avant-garde’s Death?
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I Hate the Avant-garde
Michael Heitz
Wong Pings "Who’s the Daddy"
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Die Schneiderin
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Uma’s Face—Thurman’s Voice
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Das Leben besteht aus gestrandeten Konjunktiven
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Shrewing the Tame
Angelika Meier
Who I Really Am
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Political Transplants
Jochen Thermann
The Assistant Chef
Jochen Thermann
Der Hilfskoch
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
Dieter Mersch
Digital Criticism
Wolfgang Plöger
After This Comes That Before That Comes This
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Verrinnen der Zeit und Glaube an die Welt
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On Realism
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The Poetics of Architecture
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Rums Bums auf der Treppe
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Problem IX
Une Trinité de mémoire
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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...
Der Post, den ich hiermit teile, hat mich leicht verstört: »Barbara ist Facebook vor 6 Jahren beigetreten«!
Lärmende Zeitkapseln, rare Bijous, unverzichtbares Sperrgut aller Epochen, Sprachen und Genres.
…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.