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Autumn Poem

by Travis Jeppesen on October 15, 2017

    A MAGNET – star explode bottle crunch – IN THE EAR – drummer’s deafness, a trans- cendence – YET THE spark in testacular- VERITAS – none the blank file – AGHAST all bird- lessness – CAN THE TIDE (…)

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Fireflies #5

by Travis Jeppesen on October 11, 2017

My piece on Angela Schanelec’s film Afternoon appears in the new issue of Fireflies. Berlin launch party is at Wolf Kino on October 21st; more info here.

Time

by Travis Jeppesen on July 18, 2017

Where synthesis is bland, one can always hijack it. No one ever really knows what time it is – that’s because no one belongs to it. Time. It is a rope, something that leads us…to the sand. I see a (…)

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Tomorrow in Seoul

by Travis Jeppesen on May 11, 2017

RAT talk, Seoul: 18 March

by Travis Jeppesen on March 14, 2017

Travis Jeppesen (*1979) is a writer and artist based in Berlin. His work can be viewed as an exploration of writing “in the expanded field,” as he works in several different modes, having authored novels, books of poetry, plays and (…)

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National Palace Museum

by Travis Jeppesen on May 17, 2016

Seoul

by Travis Jeppesen on May 15, 2016

Robust rot of quietude, fuel my doubt so that my wisdom might have a baby all over yr face. Today I wear nothing except what the dark lord expects me to – I am a virus. I haven’t even arrived (…)

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At the Wallace Collection

by Travis Jeppesen on April 28, 2016

The floppy-titted multitude of holding on When pictures stood still and the mind had to make its own motions ——– orgy of dissatisfaction shows me yr ruler, the whistling baby – until time denounces itself – shadow of a planet’s (…)

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New Writing II

by Travis Jeppesen on April 24, 2016

New Writing @ Exile

by Travis Jeppesen on April 23, 2016

The purpose of ALL writing should be to create an entirely new language every time one sits down with pen in hand.   Unafraid of “asignification” (meaninglessness.) Because, like writer’s block, it doesn’t actually exist. (New language = new meanings.) (…)

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