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DIAPHANES MAGAZINE No. 4

Was there ever anything inherent? Or wasn’t there always something different—appropriated?

Was there ever anything inherent? Or wasn’t there always something different—appropriated? The narratives of identity: exhausted among undead restoration and the fragmented discourses of equality. Every self-image forecasts its own disappearance. The longer you look at it, the more alien its returning stare. Even a square centimeter of mucous membrane or the thinnest of biofilms reveal the body as a transitory space, the individual as a colony: I am I and all my microorganisms—and those of my ancestors and their genotypes formed through ages of adaptation. Mutation and migration—from micro- to socio-biome: we are we and all our languages, ideas, and cultures, together with their epidemic religious and knowledge wars.

Merry Xenotism! This edition sings the praises of diversity, of cheerful border traffic, of the vital contagiousness of the alien: Yves Netzhammer projects a digital agglomeration; Lynn Hershman Leeson signs her antibody. Parzival’ has no identity, but a mission. What or who is Zah Zuh, and where is the next bit? Angelika Meier explains who the author really is, A.K. Kaiza what Wakanda would be if it existed. Slavs and Tatars call for repetition and temporal amalgamation, Zoran Terzićfor political transplantations. And will Swiss beeches soon need homeland security against xenophytic oaks?

Becoming porous, improper, contagious, learning how not to understand:...

DIAPHANES MAGAZINE No. 4

Was there ever anything inherent? Or wasn’t there always something different—appropriated?

Becoming porous, improper, contagious, learning how not to understand:...

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Charlemagne Rides through Paris . . . . . Damian Christinger, Monica Ursina Jäger . Fiktionen von Heimat . . . . . Behind the Great Firewall . . . . . Michele Pedrazzi . The Next Bit. Corpo a corpo con l’ignoto . . . . . Jean-Luc Nancy . Zah Zuh . . . . . Artificial and Other Intelligences . . . . . Angelika Meier . Wer ich wirklich bin . . . . . Je me souviens . . . . . A.K. Kaiza . An Annotated History of Wakanda . . . . . Boutiques on the Bosporus . . . . . Maria Filomena Molder . The Alms of Time . . . . . . Xenolinguistics . . . . . Helmut J. Schneider . Wie fern darf der Nächste sein? . . . . . Honoré Daumier: Don Quixote lisant . . . . . Slavs and Tatars . Reverse Joy . . . . . Thomas Huber . Generation of the Lynn Hershman Antibody . . . . . I remember . . . . . . . . . . Jochen Thermann . Der Hilfskoch . . . . . Zoran Terzić . Political Transplants . . . . . Jochen Thermann . The Assistant Chef . . . . . Jochen Thermann . L’aide-cuisinier . . . . . A.K. Kaiza . Eine kommentierte Geschichte Wakandas . . . . . Jean-Luc Nancy . Zah Zuh . . . . . Maria Filomena Molder . Die Almosen der Zeit . . . . . Damian Christinger, Monica Ursina Jäger . Homeland Fictions . . . . . Helmut J. Schneider . How Distant Can My Neighbor be? . . . . . Michele Pedrazzi . The Next Bit. Hautnah am Körper des Unbekannten . . . . . Jean-Luc Nancy . Zah Zuh . . . . . Michele Pedrazzi . The Next Bit: un corps à corps avec l’inconnu . . . . . Slavs and Tatars . Reverse Joy . . . . . Zoran Terzić . Transplants politiques . . . . . Jean-Luc Nancy . Zah Zuh . . . . . Angelika Meier . Who I Really Am . . . . . Zoran Terzić . Politische Transplantate

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Black Panther is an American, not an African story

A.K. Kaiza

In another era, the mish-mash presentation of Africa would have been the focal point of criticism. But this is not the age for facts. OPEN
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Michele Pedrazzi

Cosa porterà il prossimo bit? Sconvolgenti novità? Semplice ridondanza? OPEN
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Slavs and Tatars

To what extent can a revolution of the inner world impact the external, material world surrounding us? OPEN
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Zoran Terzić

Symbolical transplants are necessary

Strangeness is everywhere, but strangers are only where we define them. ABO DE FR

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»Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, MAESTRO DI COLOR CHE SANNO. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.

Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. No, agallop: DELINE THE MARE.

Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. BASTA! I will see if I can see.

See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.«

James Joyce

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