I Am the Martyr Sanâ' Yûsif Muhaydlî
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Thoughts on Archiving E:vent Projects and Events
29 Decisions for a Time Capsule Radio Piece
Porta2030 - Imaginary And Real!
Mutlitudinario: Excerpts On Multitude And Asymmetry
A certain tendency in Israeli cinema
Jessica Voorsanger's Celebrity Question
De-sublimation of the Multitude
The Multitude: Art in the Urban Context.
Micalef reading "Pulling a Catch 22"
From memory to memory and back again
A Topology Of Synthetic Pleasure
Welcome To The Post-Psychedelic- Baroque
Nobody Escapes, Nobody's An Artist
Incipient Stages of Useful Structures
Dialogue #3 (That's not for me to say)
Institutionalised resistant places - theme park anarchism
Only a Network Can Save Us Now
The Anxiety of the Lonely Listener
A Species Of Punishment Inflicted On Innocence
The Neurobiopolitics of Global Consciousness
My American Father in law who lives in New York phoned me.
He has a new Tennis Coach.
She was in the Chinese Olympic Tennis team.
She told him
I am the Teacher you are the student
You Stink
'Your Back hand is rubbish
Your Fore hand is rubbish
Your serve is Rubbish,
You are like an Eight year old.
We start from the beginning.
He Likes her. He respects her and he
Says his tennis is getting better.
The next day I went into to the Art School to see
My students.
I said,
Your Paintings are Rubbish,
Your sculpture is Rubbish
Your drawings are rubbish,
You are like an eight year old.
We start from the beginning.
I am the teacher you are the student,
You Stink.
They complained and I have been suspended.
