As I have done with Sigmund Freud, Lenin and Handke (his goal keeper book), I I'm kicking the book of Karl Marx to its full destruction. I don't do that out of hatred for the authors but out of a reminder that books were destroyed in the past (particular those of the firsts 3 authors). I do that also because it is quite an intense act of expression that transcends reading. The relationship between violence, destruction and (re)creation is quite challenging and provokes interesting questions that go beyond my pure will to "just make art." Interesting knods for associations and feed backs open up and reinscribe this act of planned destruction with the very content of the book:with Marx's Capital it is the question of commodity, (Ware), of commodification and Mehrwert (surplus value). Interesting enough, the book analysing the very nature of commodity, commodification, production and circulation offers itself best to this transformative destruction and rebirth into a piece of art - a sublime object of desire, reflection and (hopefully) value.