“The thing about punk is that you’re allowed to talk about anything. Kids can talk about whatever they want. There’s nobody saying, ‘No, you can’t do that, it’s not punk.’”

“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.

I was initially slightly sceptical of the ramifications and undertones of Renzo Martens’ project in central Congo…

With Bely, a continuum is continuously produced between visceral organic states, political states of society and meteorological states of the world.

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

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

However convincingly space agencies justify the enormous budgets, there’s one gratuitous expense: training astronauts for free fall.

We rehearsed the crowd scenes in the Winter Palace, in the Throne Room and the Armorial Hall.

Philosophy is found wanting. It is considered anachronistic, some say dead. The tradition is in ruins.

It is human selection that turns a machine selection that is meaningless because of its compilation criteria into a (potentially) meaningful narrative.