'It's not at all a foregone conclusion which party - I or the Church - can invoke the right moral intuitions.' (Habermas)
An exchange between Jürgen Habermas & Paolo Flores d'Arcais
'I know the people who are killing innocents, they are the men and women of my beloved country. I urge you to stop us.'
'I have a confession to make. I am an historian. I am useless. I am glad. This is the way it is meant to be.'
'You're no doubt wondering, Commissioner, why I would take such an interest in the honor and security of our country.' A short story.
A sky signed with honour: remembering Antoine de Saint-Exupery in life, literature and flight.
Our place in time, the base of recorded culture - and the unwinding of the complex. An art project.
An interview with Giuliano Amato, Italy's two-time Prime Minister.
Provocative portraits of innocents: Paul Sutton examine's Bernard Faucon's dreams of fantastical youth.
Blandscapes in the Dutch built environment - Justin Fowler remarks on the dystopia of architectural competence.
With chaos and catastrophe in mind, Bobby Dowler's recent works explore the space between Thomas More's 'Noplacia' and 'Goplacia'
A rhapsody in 'b' for bourgeois...
(Translated from the German by Yascha Mounk. For the original please see here)
Ringworm, music lessons, VD, confirmation class .... spirit of the 60s?
Why Italy's left is to blame for the rise of the far right...
From the vantage point of the early 21st century the American left seems like a hopeless, hapless, very probably lost cause. Is it time for a new 'New Politics'?
'68 and the End of the High Modernist Ethic in Architecture
Avant-garde architecture was one of the unlikely victims of student sloganeers in May '68. 40 years later, young architects approach the lingering images of utopia with an almost fearful fascination as they seek to wed their own masturbatory exercises to something resembling social consciousness.
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'Destroy my ugly system face so that I don't see my own darkness anymore when facing myself in the morning, in the afternoon, in the night.'
System Being Manifesto, Island Utopia
