Barbara Vinken
Geistige Mütter
Andreas L. Hofbauer
Ersatzkaffeelesen
Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis
Surrogate Abolition
Emma Waltraud Howes
Questionnaire Emma Waltraud Howes
Dan-el Padilla Peralta
Junk Philology. An Anti-Commentary
Donatien Grau
Une vie en philologie
Sina Dell’Anno
Punk / Philology
Donatien Grau
A Life in Philology
Tom McCarthy
Toke My Asymptote – or, The Ecstatic Agony of Appearance
Zoran Terzić
The Grand Generalization
Claire Fontaine
Vers une théorie du matérialisme magique
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 7
Jean-Luc Nancy
Après les avant-gardes
Sandra Frimmel
Ich hasse die Avantgarde
Mehdi Belhaj Kacem, Philippe Sollers
What is the Meaning of the Avant-garde’s Death?
Andreas L. Hofbauer
Joch
Ines Kleesattel
Art, Girls, and Aesthetic Freedom Down Below
Sina Dell’Anno
Oratio Soluta
Christian Beetz, Hendrik Rohlf
Katalysatoren der Radikalisierung
Lars von Trier in Conversation with Mehdi Belhaj Kacem & Raphaëlle Milone
Michele Pedrazzi
The Next Bit. Corpo a corpo con l’ignoto
Michele Pedrazzi
The Next Bit: un corps à corps avec l’inconnu
Jochen Thermann
Der Hilfskoch
Michele Pedrazzi
The Next Bit. Hautnah am Körper des Unbekannten
Jean-Luc Nancy
Zah Zuh
Dieter Mersch
Digital Criticism
Maël Renouard
The Twilight of Classification?
Marcus Quent
Elapsing Time and Belief in the World
Manuel Franquelo
An interview with Manuel Franquelo
Alexander García Düttmann
Can There Be a Society Without Ceremony or the Critical Question of Theatre
Mário Gomes
Poetik der Architektur
Eric Baudelaire
Abecedarium
Mário Gomes
The Poetics of Architecture
Andreas Reihse
LISTMANIA: GUANAJUATONOVIEMBRE
Donatien Grau, Pierre Guyotat
Conversation
Barbara Basting
Der Algorithmus und ich 6
Discoteca Flaming Star
Ich erinnere mich… (Discoteca Flaming Star)
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...
A Little Paris Nightmare
I loved Paris, even as a little boy, long before I lived there. I was like Pinocchio...
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Gedanklich-sinnliche Küchenzettel, Aufzählungen und Auslesen…
DIAPHANES fragt nach Relikten von Zukunftsvisionen in den Bildräumen der Vergangenheit, nach Spuren und Signaturen eines einst Vorstellbaren und zeitlos Möglichen.
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.