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Abstaining from art
Davor Tocinovski · Essays · September 2026
This textually - documented art performance, on which I will elaborate upon in this narr…
In essence, the artistic action is undertaken from another author, but I am exploiting e…
our interest lies only in taking on the idea that one should not work and act, i.e.
In essence, the artistic action is undertaken from another author, but I am exploiting e…
our interest lies only in taking on the idea that one should not work and act, i.e.
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Jaia Papitz · 2011 · Poetry
A recovered text from the first iExile body — returned to circulation, not as nostalgia, but because it still burns.
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