What’s always among us: A letter to the dance floor
“Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. This seems so clearly the case with grief, but it can be so only because…
Read More“Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. This seems so clearly the case with grief, but it can be so only because…
Read MoreThe feeling of mud on Ivar’s feet was one of his favorites. When he was still a small child, the most thrilling sensation was the touch of water and earth on his thin skin.
Read MoreAye, aye! The gates of BURLUNGIS, our medieval universe and the landscape of our discursive program has closed. Surrounded by mist and mud, it all began as a stage for…
Read MoreWounds and orifices are ruptures, openings, portals – bodily zones where our porousness is made gapingly clear. Contents pour in and out of them, entering and exiting for a range…
Read MoreThey passed each other in silence. Silence was mandatory in the cold stone corridors of the House. What went on behind closed doors however, such as the heavy oak ones…
Read MoreText and Lettering by Fjóla Gautadóttir Header Image by Jonatan Bak Fjóla Gautadóttir is an Icelandic performer, sound designer, writer and DJ who lives and works in Berlin. She graduated from the…
Read MoreThe Malleus Maleficarum, while claiming to only “adduce actual facts and examples which have been found by us, or have been written by others,” shows evidence of collections of male reproductive organs kept captive by witches in boxes and birds’ nests.
Read MoreAudio transcription. Quick! Dear ones, I heard there would be sympathetic ears here, deviants, witches, and those they now call “hackers” of wires and biology. I’m here…
Read MoreSorrow: noun (countable or uncountable) expressing an event, instance, feeling or expression of distress, or verb (transitive or intransitive) expressing the feeling or displaying of distress, caused by loss, disappointment…
Read MoreAt fifty-five, Sister Gertraude felt old. However, she still had a few decades to live. She felt it in her limbs, still agile in the dawn; in her hands, as…
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