Books

Magazine

Topics

diaphanes Berlin

Info

Sprache

Typ

Zugang

Format

Zeitlich

Geographisch

User account

Fiction

Jiji-Crycry

Antonin Artaud, Stephen Barber (ed.)

“Here Lies” preceded by “The Indian Culture”

Me, Antonin Artaud, I am my son, my father, my mother, and me.

The two poetic works collected together here as Here Lies preceded by Indian Culture were created as a partly improvised vocal performance dictated during one session on 25 November 1946, based on provisional notes, and transcribed by Artaud’s collaborator Paule Thévenin at Artaud’s pavilion in Ivry-sur-Seine. The two works together form one of the outstanding experiments of Artaud’s final period. Those two works were published in one volume in Paris on 20 January 1948 by the small poetry publisher K...

literature
drugs
avant-garde
poetry

Current Texts

A. L. Kennedy

When it all burns you’ll know – a writer was there at the first… ABO DE FR

Maria Filomena Molder

So many egoists call themselves artists…

Words are human things; a great obscurity saturates them… OPEN
ACCESS DE

When life’s hard, time’s a motherfucker going slow

Soham Gupta

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. ABO DE FR

Dodie Bellamy

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

Current Texts

Kim Gordon

It was another 75° day in LA.

Where do you go when you disappear?

OPEN
ACCESS

Current Texts

Pierre Guyotat

The matrix for »Tombeau pour cinq cent mille soldats«

“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.

OPEN
ACCESS

war experience
war

Magazine Online

Autofiction—Metafiction

Monograph

Eis

Ich hatte mich verfahren, es dämmerte bereits…

Anna Kavan

Eis

Monograph

Eine Geschichte von Niedergang und Neuanfang

Lässt es sich in einem Totenhaus nicht vielleicht noch am besten leben?

Angelika Meier

Die Auflösung des Hauses Decker

Monograph

« Le rire est la seule chose qui reste après la catastrophe. »

Comme toute autobiographie qui se respecte, celle-ci fait de la naissance de son protagoniste un mythe fondateur : « Riez, non pas de joie comme si vous aviez entendu quelque chose de drôle, mais pour relâcher la tension abdominale », recommande un médecin mélancolique à la mère du futur George...

George Tabori

Autodafé

Monograph

»Es gibt nichts zu erzählen!«

»›Es gibt nichts zu erzählen‹, sagte meine Mutter, und es ist dieses Nichts, an dem ich mich abarbeite.«

Chantal Akerman

Meine Mutter lacht

Topics

Halluzinatorische Chroniken New Yorks
Reportagen, Fiktionen, Wirklichkeiten der Hauptstadt des 20. Jahrhunderts
- USA
- atomic age
- noir fiction
- New York
- reportage

Current Texts

Mário Gomes

“Poetry must be made by all. Not by one.”

“Nuestro Norte es el Sur” = “Our North is the South.”

OPEN
ACCESS DE

architecture
fiction
community
South America
theory of architecture
spatial turn
poetics

Current Texts

Rolf Bossart, Milo Rau

Humanity is a metahuman concept.

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

OPEN
ACCESS DE

transhumanism
artistic practice
art theory
re-enactment
postmodernism
realism

Current Texts

Maël Renouard

On Memory Atrophy

How can we remember the way we used to remember? OPEN
ACCESS

Diane Williams

How about some string?

I said “Would you like a rope? You know that haul you have is not secured properly.” ABO DE

Stephen Barber

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. OPEN
ACCESS DE

Stephen Barber

Twenty-four hours in state of unconsciousness

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

To end GOD’S JUDGEMENT

Antonin Artaud, Stephen Barber (ed.)

Radio Works: 1946–48

Everything must be arranged to a hair in a fulminating order.

Artaud’s work is performative in the sense that it never simply describes, but actively produces the events it enacts. As Austin characterises performative language, ‘the issuing of the utterance is the performing of an action’.3 Artaud’s work, performed correctly, is magical, finding its power in ritualistic chanting. Intonation is key to this, recalling what he wrote about metaphysical language in The Theatre and its Double, where the aim is ‘to deal with intonations in an absolutely concrete manner, restoring their...

literature
radio

Current Texts

The abandonment of the centrality of the subject

Donatien Grau

Philology keeps it possible to open a space for the minority. OPEN
ACCESS FR

Jean-Luc Nancy

Ζένοι και Zah και Zuh

αποξενωμένοι αποκλίνοντες από ποιο αόρατο οικείο; OPEN
ACCESS FR FA DE

Mehdi Belhaj Kacem, Philippe Sollers

Like no other journal, Tel Quel was an outstanding arena of literary innovation and intellectual revolution. In this conversation its founder and publisher, Philippe Sollers, provides intimate insight and polemical hindsight into some of the most important milestones of its still-resonating era. ABO DE

Zoran Terzić

Everything new is a pose in the alcoves of capital

In the post-avant-garde era we’re all either in the vanguard or asleep in the lap of capital. In this sense everybody is avant-garde—or nobody. OPEN
ACCESS DE

Current Texts

I.V. Nuss

Pregnancy is the weirdest condition

The seahorse is the chosen metaphor for pregnant trans men

ABO DE

motherhood
homosexuality
contemporary literature

Current Texts

Dietmar Dath

Do you want to believe in language?

The index calculates everything. Announcements of awards, mostly false, light up then die. His dopamine balance feeds the list. Limbic structures support it. Brain means house, should have windows.

Asleep, Patrick sees what he doesn’t believe while he’s awake.

The index calculates everything. Announcements of awards, mostly false, light up then die. His dopamine balance feeds the list. Limbic structures support it. Brain means house, should have windows. But they’re slow shutter pictures of the past.

Five minutes past four, Patrick is woken up by a noise. He’s lying in the small room. Renate is sleeping in the big one.

“Maybe I’ll get an idea during the night,” he had justified his move to the couch, “Then I’ll have to send it to them. We’re sending the thing off tomorrow.” He was afraid of saying what he knew about Kerstin in his sleep, while lying next to Renate. In the darkness he feels the room buzzing at him. His brain answers the hum, singing sugar and protein, talking perineural network that controls the form and function of the synapses which guide all...

OPEN
ACCESS DE

Authors