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

Cosa porterà il prossimo bit? Sconvolgenti novità? Semplice ridondanza?

Iggy showed the error of human existence, the breathless nearness of death, and the lure of fun and action. He was like a much better-looking version of Schopenhauer.

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

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

“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.

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

Would communication beyond the semiosphere be conceivable?

Can contemporary theatre recognize itself in the boxing ring so that its fist, the fist of the past, strikes a forceful and violent blow?

Filippo Tommaso Marinetti’s closeness to fascism has put him in a dubious light. Barbara Basting tells of her personal fascination with futurism and her dehabituation from its aura and central figure.