A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

The Artist As Curator As Marketeer

Indeed, what does happen when there is publicness without a public sphere?

[A text on immaterial labour, individuality (as) creativity and the language of the fiction of development. A sort of "Dear Architects" for the 'creative industries'. Read you aspiring artist, you freelance curator, read. And let the account managers read it too.]

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