"Trying to compete in the economy of attention from the field of contemporary art is a naive goal in the twenty-first century."

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 key to survival will lay in female hands.

I was initially slightly sceptical of the ramifications and undertones of Renzo Martens’ project in central Congo…

Strangeness is everywhere, but strangers are only where we define them.

Can contemporary theatre recognize itself in the boxing ring so that its fist, the fist of the past, strikes a forceful and violent blow?