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The Bodies That Remain
by Travis Jeppesen on October 18, 2018
Travis’s essay on Flarf appears in a new anthology, The Bodies That Remain, edited by Emmy Beber and now available from Punctum Books.
The Pervert’s Diary
by Travis Jeppesen on October 17, 2018
An essay on George Kuchar, “The Pervert’s Diary,” appears in Mousse. The essay is excerpted from Travis’s forthcoming collection of essays, Bad Writing, which will be published by Sternberg Press in 2019.
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 (…)
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 (…)
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 (…)
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 (…)
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 (…)
