Time also flows, as in the verse of the Spanish poet Miguel de Unamuno: from the eternal tomorrow.

This is no time for uninformed moralistic incompetence.

Liminal Fetish and Diffuse Image at 1350°

Art After The End Of Art

Is the result of biogenetics not that we, “ordinary” humans, effectively are that—humans who don’t know they are not humans, i.e., neuronal machines with self-awareness?

Le Désir attrapé par la queue

El novelista “pur sang” aborrece cordialmente el método (aunque lo acepte), los planes y todo aquello que signifique sujeción a una determinada conducta.

If life were completely rational

Precarious body/images

Some times when I watch the dancefloor I try to tell whether if those that dance are happier than those that talk

Me comí las raíces sin pensarlo, y cuando la nena empezó a abrir, con un cuchillito de madera, la panza del oso, yo ya est aba alucinando suavemente.

Below the Asphalt Lies the Beach

Perineal Visitor (Poem)

ENTKUNSTUNG II Preface