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Release Night: DIAPHANES Magazine No. 5

08.12.2018, 20:00

ESPACE DIAPHANES
Dresdener Str. 118
10999 Berlin
Deutschland

VU DE L' EXTÉRIEUR #5: Institut für Feinmotorik & Burkhard Beins

30.11.2018, 21:00

ESPACE DIAPHANES
Dresdener Str. 118
10999 Berlin
Deutschland

Exhibition: Pierre Guyotat – Figures and Other Voices

01.11.2018, 19:00 – 29.11.2018

ESPACE DIAPHANES
Dresdener Str. 118
10999 Berlin
Deutschland

Exhibition: Haus am Gern – Closing Time

07.12.2018 – 18.01.2019

ESPACE DIAPHANES
Dresdener Str. 118
10999 Berlin
Deutschland

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Alexander García Düttmann

What does “emancipatory” mean today?

Pretending one more time that the world can still be saved and asking whether art contains an emancipatory potential can be a meaningful endeavour only if illegitimate attempts at appropriating this emancipatory potential are thwarted. Its usurpation, which amounts to its abolition, must be prevented. Critique that deserves its name must first and foremost struggle against false pretenders, not against those who do not even claim to be pretenders. The efficiency of critique’s propaedeutic character should be sought in this struggle against false pretenders. If one fears that its negativity may entail a dangerous impotence and if for this reason one wishes to supplement it with a justifying and constructive “affirmationism”, mindful of the fact that it was once meant to prepare the outline of a metaphysics purged of precritical dogmatism, then one risks forgetting that critique ceases to hurt and can no longer trigger an impulse the instant that...

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Jochen Thermann

Jamais je n’aurais dû l’embaucher.

Jamais je n’aurais dû l’embaucher. Il avait pourtant l’air d’avoir toutes les compétences requises pour remplacer mon cuisinier habituel. Schneider s’était mis en arrêt maladie pour ce qui menaçait de devenir un temps indéterminé, et c’est comme cela que je me suis retrouvé tout naturellement à embaucher ce petit homme trapu qui parlait un allemand approximatif. Les affaires devaient continuer à tourner, après tout, les clients avaient faim.

Souvent, les relations complexes que l’on entretient au quotidien et qui s’accompagnent d’un code indéchiffrable ne sont pas suffisamment claires. C’est seulement une fois que les choses nous ont échappé que l’on comprend comment fonctionnaient leurs mécanismes de régulation : comment Schneider organisait ses achats, comment il donnait ses indications à ses aides-cuisiniers, comment il composait ses plats et avec quelle fidélité il s’efforçait de faire avancer mon affaire.

L’aide-cuisinier travaillait en apparence exactement comme lui. Il faisait aussi ses achats lui-même. Il cuisinait de...

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The matrix for »Tombeau pour cinq cent mille soldats«
The matrix for »Tombeau pour cinq cent mille soldats«

Pierre Guyotat

The Prison

Our prison was encircled by marshland where birds and sick dogs came to die. At night we could hear their cries and death rattles. We could see nothing of the town except its smoke and its dying animals. Prisoners on the second floor watched those washed-out cats and dogs die, lying down then struggling in the mud like birds caught in lime; famished cats jumped on those with gaping wounds and tore them open. From the cellar where we had been...
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Mama Say Make I Dey Go, She Dey My Back

Jelili Atiku, Damian Christinger

Mama Say Make I Dey Go, She Dey My Back

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La molle et voluptueuse décadence du lieu
 La molle et voluptueuse décadence du lieu

Bruce Bégout

L’homme de Venise

Je ne parlerai pas ici de mon métier. Je pratique l’urbex depuis plus de vingt ans et mon blog est le plus consulté sur la toile. J’y ai compilé des centaines de visites sur des sites oubliés, décrit des lieux abandonnés aux quatre coins du monde (tunnels, bases sous-marine, parcs d’attraction, asiles, usines, etc.) narré mes aventures dans ces endroits insolites et reculés qui exercent une grande fascination sur l’imagination moderne. Tout le monde connaît mon nom – un pseudonyme...
Fiction

Diane Williams

How about some string?

I said “Would you like a rope? You know that haul you have is not secured properly.”
“No,” he said, “but I see you have string!”
“If this comes into motion—” I said, “you should use a rope.”
“Any poison ivy on that? ” he asked me, and I told him my rope had been in the barn peacefully for years.
He took a length of it to the bedside table. He had no concept for what wood could endure.
“Table must have broken when I lashed it onto the truck,” he said.
And, when he was moving the sewing machine, he let the cast iron wheels—bang, bang on the stair.
I had settled down to pack up the flamingo cookie jar, the cutlery, and the cookware, but stopped briefly, for how many times do you catch sudden sight of something heartfelt?
I saw our milk cows in their slow...

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Maël Renouard

Psychopathologie de la vie numérique

Psychopathologie de la vie numérique. Une nuit de septembre 2016, je rêve que c’est la rentrée et que je dois donner un cours. Il y a des années que je n’ai pas enseigné. Je suis projeté là, in medias res, dans un établissement de nature indéterminée. Je n’ai absolument rien préparé ; je n’ai avec moi aucun livre, aucun crayon, aucune feuille de papier. Je n’ai jamais su improviser. J’ai longtemps espéré d’en être un jour capable, l’expérience et le temps ayant fait leur œuvre ; cela ne s’est pas produit. Quelquefois, par flemme ou parce que j’avais beaucoup à faire par ailleurs, j’ai repoussé indéfiniment la préparation d’un cours, en songeant alors, eh bien, à Dieu vat, ce sera l’occasion d’improviser – et le résultat n’a pas été heureux. L’épreuve s’annonce donc rude, mais, pour essayer de me rassurer, je l’aborde en jouant avec l’idée que cette fois-ci, enfin...

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Be Jack!
Be Jack!

Michael Heitz, Hendrik Rohlf

Uma’s Face—Thurman’s Voice

When the only just 18-year-old Uma Thurman arose from a shell as a flawlessly beautiful film Venus in Terry Gilliam’s The Adventures of Baron Munchausen in 1989, it wasn’t necessarily foreseeable how persistently she would hold out her face for a system that is inadequately described by Hollywood, Miramax, Weinstein, and co. The fact that Uma’s face—her father sees her as a “reincarnated goddess”, and her name means “splendor” and “light” in Sanskrit, and is the epithet of the Hindu...
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Stephen Barber

An immodest proposal

J.G. Ballard’s self-declared ‘Immodest Proposal’ for a global war-­alliance to exact the destruction of America demonstrates the provocatory zeal of his last fiction plans, as well as their enduring prescience. As Ballard emphasises several times in the World Versus America notebooks, he is utterly serious in his concerns and visions.
Although the Ballard ­estate declined permission for any images of pages from the World Versus America archival notebooks to accompany this essay, any member of the general public interested to do so can readily visit the British Library and view the notebooks in their entirety in the freely-­accessible manuscripts collection there.

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Saturnaaaaalia
Saturnaaaaalia

Sina Dell’Anno

Oratio Soluta

Saturn has entered our speech like a lion; as the wild beast of revolution, the limbs of a half-eaten child still hanging from its gaping jaws. This is Goya’s Danton: the bloody face of the untamable fear that human hunger for freedom could go out of control. The gaping jaws announce an appetite for rebellion. This physiognomy of the revolution, heightened tremendously by Goya, is already encountered where Saturn had not yet frozen into the grimace of a world-historical monster, but...
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Maria Filomena Molder

So many egoists call themselves artists…

“So many egoists call themselves artists,” Rimbaud wrote to Paul Demeny on May 15, 1871. Even though that is not always obvious, ‘I’, the first person, is the most unknown person, a mystery that is constantly moving towards the other two, the second and third persons, a series of unfoldings and smatterings that eventually gelled as ‘Je est un autre’. That is why ‘apocryphal’ is a literarily irrelevant concept and ‘pseudo’ a symptom, the very proof that life, writing, is made up of echoes, which means that intrusions and thefts (Borges also discusses them) will always be the daily bread of those who write.

Words from others, words taken out of place and mutilated: here are the alms of time, that squanderer’s sole kindness. And so many others, mostly others who wrote, and many other pages, all of them apocryphal, all of them echoes, reflections. All this flows together into—two centuries...

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Le texte inconnu est une promesse

Michele Pedrazzi

Le texte inconnu est une promesse

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