DIAPHANES MAGAZINE No. 10

This issue matchmakes an unlikely couple, rhymes skill with kill and junk with spunk, spells Dolls, Pistols, Clash in Greek and Latin, invites retrospection and opens up future prospects in textscapes and noisy proclamations. What can still be read in past provocations? What freedom forces meaning into text? Why is philology not an island holding off the barbarians, while punk meant using rotten wood dust as tinder? Don’t we live simultaneously in punk’s agenda of political intersectionality and the philological consideration of self-abandonment? Dan-el Padilla Peralta exercises himself in anticommentary. Dennis Cooper and Richard Hell get real life from book life. Cosey Fanni Tutti recounts the script to her strip. Sina Dell’Anno speaks happily about the sadness of reading. Yannick Haenel r emembers the red and black demons of his past. James Spooner highlights the textual component of Afropunk. Simon Critchley eats time with his ears. David Rimanelli posts “Fuck me over,” while Charlie Engman shows why ­context is king. Donatien Grau is the leader of this strange band, conducting us through the universe of a yet unknown hybrid world, giving us the fourth chord of punk.