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• “the ‘means’ [le moyen] is also a means to achieve something other than its own end.” Ranciere, 2012

  http://vimeo.com/56662654…

• Portrait of Karl Marx as a young god

  Lars-Erik Hjertström Lappalainen on a work by Gernot Wieland

  Gernot Wieland’s video Portait of Karl Marx as a young god was on display for the first time at the abc Berlin art fair last fall (2009). After having watched this hardly one minute long work, consisting of filmed drawings and a voice over, I met Wieland for a chat. It evolved into an interview. Below you find exactly what Wieland said, but also how I, having seen his work, understood him. I put it all on his account, though: he is the only one speaking, and sometimes it is just me showing my skills as a ventriloquist.

• Mladen Stilinovic, An artist who cannot speak English is no artist, 1992

  Not only does the banner claim that “an artist who cannot speak is no artist”, thereby pointing at the linguistic paradigm of contemporary discourse of discourse critique – a discursive tendency which tends to promote ’interesting’, discussion-based art work (or – God forbid – conversation pieces), it also claims that the artist should speak a certain language.

• Spam chronique for tsnok “Calories”

  No Pumps, No Surgery, No Exercises: 128 bit order processing.

• Plasma

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• The Archive Gallery presents Laura Kikauka

  Honolulu Honky Tonk.

• A short statement on the predicament of experimental art

  By: Olav Westphalen

  The sophistication it takes to spot the difference between the real thing and the postcard version is rare among contemporary audiences. But a lack of attention needn’t be bad. Some things develop better in the shade.

• Bacon and the collapse of the borderline between the joke and the sublime

  by Staffan Boije Af Gennäs

  Prague, 1990. It is the summer after the Berlin wall came down. I’m having breakfast at Hotel Jalta – a communist style luxurious establishment. Eggs, bacon, jam and toast. I’m sitting on the terrace facing Václavské námesti, the city’s main parade

• Throuwe by Sebastian Rozenberg

  “I admit to being a bit thrown when I saw you yesterday”

• Spam chronique for tsnoK, ”pill”

  BY NATHALIE FOUGERAS, June 2010 So, we built for you and your loved ones. We built a service for video and written messages. We built you a place where you can leave instructions on how to deactivate your social life. If you died tomorrow. Open a account today, because you care about your loved ones, […]