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The Austrian writer Friederike Mayröcker, born in 1924, and sadly passed away today (4 June), has written dozens of highly acclaimed books of poetry and prose. Her works are occasionally accompanied by her own drawings, sketches of floating figures with handwritten captions. The following excerpts are from a series of conversations between Hans-Ulrich Obrist, Sarah Ortmeyer, and Friederike Mayröcker, who drew as they talked about her writing routine and the price of a life dedicated to literature.
The worlds of technology and spirituality are converging once again, but something new is emerging. It is too early to say what its effects will be and the right language to describe it is still taking shape. Hans Ulrich Obrist and Ben Vickers on new dimensions of understanding in lines of code.
During the summer months Timo Feldhaus visited major art events in Cologne, Vienna and Basel, as well as Berghain in Berlin. Everywhere he found the same things: a need for immediate bodily experience and intensity; viewers looking to art for kicks; exhibitions that made no effort at subtlety but sought to hit everyone openly in the gut; and a refashioned performance art, adapted to suit our daily compulsion to perform.
