Martin Kippenberger

Martin Kippenberger
Stefan Mattes
1989
screenprint (exhibition poster)
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
The Raft of Medusa
1996
group of fourteen lithographs
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger and Albert Oehlen
The Cologne Manifesto
1985
lithograph (dust jacket)
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
Forgotten Interior Design Problems
in Villa Hügel
1996
lithograph (exhibition poster)
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
Happy To Be Gay
1993
screenprint (poster)
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
Haumann Weltweit Modeschmuck
1987
screenprint (advertising poster)
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
I Could Lend You Something
But I Would Not Be Doing You Any Favours
1985
screenprint (exhibition poster)
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
Wolfgang Bauer - Reading
1990
screenprint (poster)
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
Broken Neon
1987
lithograph (poster)
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
Five Working Class Lads from the Courtyard of Truth
1991
screenprint (exhibition poster)
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
Rundschau Deutschland
1981
screenprint (exhibition poster)
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
Invention of a Joke
1991
group of nine drawings
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
Untitled
1993
drawing
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
Untitled (There Is Nothing)
1985
collage assemblage on paper
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
Untitled
1989
mixed-media construction
Tate Modern, London

Martin Kippenberger
The Happy End of Franz Kafka's 'Amerika'
1994
lithograph (exhibition poster)
Tate Modern, London

from Pharsalia

[Cato in the desert]

    Himselfe afoot before his weary'd bands

Marches with pile in hand, and not commands,

But shewes them how to labour: never sits

In coach, or charriot: sleepes the least a nights:

Last tasts water. When a fountaine's found,

He stayes a foot till all the souldiers round,

And every cullion drinke. If fame be due

To truest goodnesse, if you simply view

Vertue without successe, what ere we call

In greatest Romans great; was fortune all.

Who could deserve in prosperous war such fame?

Or by the nations blood so great a name?

Rather had I this vertuous triumph win

In Libyaes desart sands, then thrice be seene

In Pompey's laurell'd charriot, or to lead

Jugurtha captive. Hence behold indeed

Rome, thy true father, by whose sacred name

(Worthy thy Temples) it shall never shame

People to sweare; whom, if thou ere are free,

Then wilt hereafter make a deity.

– Lucan (AD 39-65), translated by Thomas May (1627)