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Ghost Stations 2 – Moabit: 1983 published 30/06/2015


He tells her that you can get on to a train without a ticket here – there are no turnstiles; no one will stop them from entering. Every now and then, inspectors will come on to the trains and ask to be shown tickets and passes.

She watches him to make sure she understands what he’s telling her.

New fiction by Linda Mannheim.

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Ghost Stations 1 – Dahlem: 1938 published 29/06/2015


On the U6 he passes the ghost stations – Orianienburger Tor and Franzosiche Strasse, Nordbahnhof and the station whose name he always translates, in his head, to Stadium of World Youth.

He travels to the East regularly because he can, because it is possible. And there, he visits cafes where they sell three quarters of a boiled egg. He walks down streets with almost no traffic, only a lone Trabbi here and there. He visits the museums behind the Wall.

The first time he had to exchange West German Marks at the official rate for more East German Marks than he could spend in a day. With them, he bought all three volumes of Das Kapital.

New fiction by Linda Mannheim.

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Are you a Doctor, Sir? published 19/06/2015


“I wonder if there is a matter of identification, and if so, with whom, for in the structure of hysteria desire is subordinated to what is imagined to be the desire of the other, who has been granted a privileged position (yes, I am a doctor), and who is able to respond to what is expected (you can say anything to a doctor). There is the demand to a master (to show his mettle, what he does not have), a certain renunciation of one’s own desire in favour of another’s…”

Fiction by Sharon Kivland with art by Dawn Wooley.

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The Cloning Passion, A Sort of Footnote published 18/06/2015


I felt conned, deceived. I didn’t say anything.
I needed time to absorb everything. I said: shit.
I said: I don’t believe you. Nonsense, utter nonsense, I said.
And yet I understood the whole logic and was awestruck by the monumentality and absurdity of the Collector’s project. He wanted to be remembered, not for replicas, but for meticulous forgeries, which was where most art theories foundered. But why call it The Museum of Relevant Moments?
I asked Zacharie. That’s a good question, he said, I don’t know, you’ll have to get a ouija board and ask him. He was probably fixated on a few moments in Buñuel’s films and just expanded on that. He saw himself as a magician, a magus, he just wanted to posit the world as a question mark.

An exclusive excerpt from Susana Medina‘s Philosophical Toys.

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Doctor on the Hill published 05/06/2015


“So the doctor hung his head. Things appeared on the hill that had before been buried by the snow. A pair of reading glasses appeared in a pile of soggy leaves. The carcass of a squirrel lay on a sewer drain, acted upon by the streaming rivulets. These trickling rivulets resembled the complex reticulation of the human circulatory system. They branched and branched. They also resembled the limbs of the trees dotting the hill around him. The woods concealed the hospital. The trees were rooted in the hill’s great steep slopes.”

New fiction by Eric Blix, with art by Sophie Herxheimer.

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enter this place published 08/05/2015


“A man tipped his hat on a Toxteth street; an old man, a seen-a-war man. Tipped it, not doffed it, and back I nodded, hatless. These the moments you remember. ”

New fiction by Stuart Evers.

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London – 2015 published

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“She had left her small town in Surrey by mutual consent, and on her most recent return, the first thing that faced her at the station was an advert for the St. George’s Day festival, a handwritten poster with an image of a man dressed as a Crusader at its top. The middle class in England had continued to vote Conservative because they still believed it was in their best interests to do so, and she wondered just how miserable their hearts could become.”

#GE2015fiction – a response to Patrick Keiller‘s London, by Juliet Jacques.

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Blue, Unpleasant Land published


“It’s as if the map of England has been dyed, as if someone put something in the water, or put a new pair of jeans in to wash with the rest of the laundry. It’ll never come out, you think, as you hang it all out to dry in your garden, blue. You look at your hands, stained blue, rub your face with your wrist, blue. Only the sky remains grey. (What’s grey again? Oh, yes: other. God, it seems, remains independent.)”

#GE2015fiction by Jonathan Gibbs

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Rosette Manufacture: A Catalogue and Spotters’ Guide published


“‘Scythe’ always sounds rather negative and aggressive. Sweeping the nation, the garden. Using only high quality woven-edged polyester ribbon, we can paint rosettes in a garden made for lovers and dead-heading, or paint them in other gardens while singing in a Looking-glass, some yellow flamingo-canaries bent into croquet mallets in the background. ”

#GE2015 fiction by Eley Williams.

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“When disappointment starts to suffocate, the facility advises foisting. Grab disappointment (by the apron if possible). If foisting not working, call 999 (have your medical insurance details to hand). ”

New #GE2015 fiction, by Rachel Genn.

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