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Behind the Great Firewall . . . . . HER . . . . . Artificial and Other Intelligences . . . . . Quaddie . . . . . L’œuvre d'art n’a pas d’idée, elle est idée . . . . . THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CLOUD NAMES . . . . . How to Pilot an Aeroplane . . . . . LISTMANIA . . . . . Charlemagne Rides through Paris . . . . . BIG BUGS . . . . . TWELVE DRUMMERS DRUMMING . . . . . Mário Gomes . Brandsatz & Ästhetik . . . . . Marcus Quent . Ohne Halt . . . . . Self-portrait . . . . . Barbara Basting — The Algorithm and I . . . . . Hermal . . . . . Pierre Guyotat . The Prison . . . . . I remember . . . . . Human Oddities . . . . . The Transversal Shelf of Printed Books in Times of Accelerated Opaque Media . . . . . Ute Holl . Dream, Clouds, Off, Exile . . . . . 12 Feb 2011 — 12 Feb 2017 . . . . . Facebook’s Just a Nail Studio . . . . . American English . . . . . Donatien Grau, Pierre Guyotat . Conversation . . . . . 12 May 2011 – 12 May 2017: On Non-Digital Storage Media . . . . . I remember… . . . . . GUANAJUATONOVIEMBRE . . . . . Mike Wilson . Rockabilly . . . . . Boutiques on the Bosporus . . . . . ABT. DIE DUEMMSTEN BERLINER FRISÖRNAMEN . . . . . Paradox I: That all things kill themselves . . . . . Pierre Guyotat . Unabhängigkeit . . . . . Custom Creates Law . . . . . Peter Ott . Die monotheistische Zelle oder Berichte aus der Fiktion . . . . . Problem IX: Warum haben Hurenkinder das allermeiste Glück? . . . . . I remember . . . . . Tyler Coburn . Ergonomic Futures . . . . . Ich erinnere mich… . . . . . Je me souviens… . . . . . This is not your blood. . . . . . Michael Heitz . Noch ein neuer Gott in Teilen . . . . . Exodus. Gods and Kings . . . . . China frisst Menschen . . . . . Michael Heitz . Another New God in Parts . . . . . Mike Wilson . Rockabilly . . . . . Julien Maret . IN EXTREMIS . . . . . Peter Ott . The Monotheistic Cell Or Reports from Fiction . . . . . Marcus Quent . No Respite

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Materiality and corporeality

Kári Páll Óskarsson, 03.07.2017

The Three Marias is a highly interesting work of feminist literature, although it’s now largely forgotten outside of its native Portugal. In the early 70s, while the country was still...

Eine wahre Wundertüte

Nikola Duric, 03.07.2017

In Jugoslawien wurde viel publiziert und wenig weggeworfen. So hatte man die Möglichkeit, in staatlichen Galerien und Museen Ausstellungskataloge und Kunstzeitschriften für Pfennige zu schießen. Einen besonderen Platz in meinem...

Human Oddities

Oliver Hendricks, 11.04.2017

Bearded Ladies, Dwarfs and Giants, Hermaphrodites, Siamese Twins (see Heng and Chang on the book cover), the Mule-headed Lady, The Serpent-Woman, The Amazing Half-Boy (famous for his appearance in Tod...

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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

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