“Communism will be when we understand something of love.”

In his photographs and texts, ­Calcutta-based Soham Gupta forces the tension that arises between fiction and real-life conditions in as yet unseen ways.

What is the problem with solutions? Blind or deaf? Which faith? What knowledge? Duchamp or Warhol? East or west?

Cosa porterà il prossimo bit? Sconvolgenti novità? Semplice ridondanza?

“This text was written at the end of 1962, after my return from Algeria. For me the text is the matrix for Tombeau pour cinq cent mille soldats.” P.G.

A stupid tweet by a nobody, meant as a parody, somehow goes viral and the internet offers up death threats.

In another era, the mish-mash presentation of Africa would have been the focal point of criticism. But this is not the age for facts.

J.G. Ballard’s self-declared ‘Immodest Proposal’ for a global war-­alliance to exact the destruction of America demonstrates the provocatory zeal of his last fiction plans, as well as their enduring prescience.

With Bely, a continuum is continuously produced between visceral organic states, political states of society and meteorological states of the world.

Philosophy is found wanting. It is considered anachronistic, some say dead. The tradition is in ruins.