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DIAPHANES MAGAZINE No. 3

Corporate Love

Gilles Rotzetter

Corporate Love

 

Corona Park, Hub of theWorld

Barbara Basting, 28.08.2021

I’ve always been fascinated by globes, which is why I photographed this very special example in 2011, and the FB...

Charlemagne Rides through Paris

Barbara Basting, 04.12.2019

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Facebook’s Just a Nail Studio

Barbara Basting, 10.04.2018

I noticed this pattern for fingernail decoration four years ago in the window of a “nail studio” in Salisbury, south-west...

Boutiques on the Bosporus

Barbara Basting, 10.04.2018

I’m no longer very happy with Facebook. Recently the algorithm seems to be taking the platform into total despotism. And...

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On Gestational Communism

Marie Glassl, Sophie Lewis

On Gestational Communism

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  • social movements
  • motherhood
  • critique of neoliberalism
  • community
  • family
  • communism
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Rudi Nuss

Pregnancy is the weirdest condition

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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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