by Travis Jeppesen on September 8, 2015

She wore a dadaistic dildo in her cooch that most men were immune to – but not I of the flying saucer. I have licked of the remnants that most mere earthlings are not politically savvy enough to taste, and warm bread is more my bloodline than the arthritic pawings of the brainiac clutch that tends to inflect the barbarian’s smoothie burpjaw gesture. So grandness grins up at the mauled forces and shops right back at them. Whomever “Softy” was meant to play, it ain’t coming across in the well that was wishing. Don’t you want my grandma to be for sale on top of us all? The most worrisome thing is fucking. For when will the cops arrive? It’s a private shock, and one that the rafters are keen to be jealous upon. Wrote all night until the aliens’ knowledge. Can I memorize this book of horrors? It’s for someone else – too much ink, I mean.

Declaration of faith

by Travis Jeppesen on September 7, 2015

Standing up for a world

I suddenly believed in –

I found god in the back

of my coat. The harshness

of each moment rings an-

gelic to me. Fuck death,

Rodefer said.

Reading Capital in Venice

by Travis Jeppesen on September 1, 2015

A work of ficto-criticism, in the September issue of Art in America.

Tania Bruguera

by Travis Jeppesen on August 29, 2015

My interview with Tania Bruguera, from the September issue of Art in America.

Four New Poems

by Travis Jeppesen on August 28, 2015


Can turtles be lesbians? It is a question I have often asked myself, until I stopped once. I appeared as a drug addict for my birthday that year, and everyone applauded my whiteness. I just wanna take this opportunity to be something. Oh look, it has already gone away.


Why do you flee the tides that fart? Can’t you be a samaritan for justice and virtue where there is no goodness? The moral sense of shame being so delicious, I live in a crass alleyway. The fate of the world is my biggest collector. And on Sunday night, I will emerge a vaginaless woman in my supreme sobriety to throw out my tourniquet and give the world a sunburn it will never remember. Dawn comes early this year.




I can’t wait to be a mall. I’m acting all autistic all over the place. It’s a being (lack.) As soon as the communist gets the soup out of her pussy, we’ll have a reason to act for. What about these boots? Is clarity really meant to be blindsighted by the thereafter? I can’t decide on much, but at least there’s a wisdom. We all know what the telegram stood for in the US of gay. Now Mister Riceball has a satan flag in her tutu! Get away from those grape peels, aorta, you don’t know which ass farm they came speedgloating out of.




Aimless for all, and none to be sung. A piece of cake for yr anus in the sky, chase down the misanthropy of minions and spit it in the forsakenness of faces, there is too much time to be roasted. I’m gonna be all late to the dinner party and I’m not even caring, what the blubbery fuck is the matter with me, carved a hole in the time once again. Baby’s rhythmic squeals imply a raping. At least it’s not in the midwest.




A poem is a thought disorder, it must be given up upon. We went into the cactus lake where our friends waited, patiently conjugating adverbs while letting their thirst die. Does the skin drink a salad when the river expels its longitude? These questions and others like it can be answered for a thin price. The sediment within his collected poems is what kept him in the wheelchair for so long. Suddenly a lightbulb.

Minjung Kim

by Travis Jeppesen on July 26, 2015

“…a sort of moon-bird belching into the twilight ether.”

A review of Minjung Kim’s Venice exhibition at Artforum.

Otto Zitko

by Travis Jeppesen on May 29, 2015

A review of Otto Zitko’s exhibition at Krobath, on Artforum.

Satellite Affects and Other Lines of Flight

by Travis Jeppesen on May 26, 2015

A review of this Berlin group exhibition at Artforum.

VLAK Launch in Berlin

by Travis Jeppesen on May 13, 2015

I will be reading on Friday night at the launch of the fifth and final issue of the literary magazine, Vlak.

The reading starts at 7pm, at Normal Bar, Forsterstr. 46 in Kreuzberg. More info here.

Winston Chmielinski

by Travis Jeppesen on May 12, 2015

My catalog essay on Winston Chmielinski, for his exhibition at Galerie Thomas Fuchs in Stuttgart, can be read online here.

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