Now this spectral city will become the site for execrations and lamentations, now time itself will disintegrate and void itself…

“If you love your family, you want family abolition for them!”

Iggy showed the error of human existence, the breathless nearness of death, and the lure of fun and action. He was like a much better-looking version of Schopenhauer.

“The thing about punk is that you’re allowed to talk about anything. Kids can talk about whatever they want. There’s nobody saying, ‘No, you can’t do that, it’s not punk.’”

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

“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.

“He always read Priam instead of ‘prime’.”

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.

Filippo Tommaso Marinetti’s closeness to fascism has put him in a dubious light. Barbara Basting tells of her personal fascination with futurism and her dehabituation from its aura and central figure.

We are bodies. It makes no sense to debate this.