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Polyphaune #17

Polyphaune #17 : Insect’s Ball, by Limonadiac

Between moth and reality, there’s often an itchy region created from scratch. And because it’s by blowing the wind that one cuts wood, for this season finale, Phaune Radio invites Limonadiac to tour the countryside to gather the best of the beast: free riders and invisible creeportunists, antellectual properties, elastic crickets and music suspenders, wanna-bee mumble bee, free feelers... Read More »

Polyphaune – Special Issue : Remote Control

Polyphaune – Special Issue : Remote Control

This month, a special issue for Polyphaune by Tarabust, with Alain Damasio for Phonophore and Phaune Radio In a society of control, every act generates trails, every trail a map to visualize them. No more need for oppressive hierarchies and police discipline: the technococoon that mediates our relationship to the world and to others offers public and private authorities the multifaceted manipulati... Read More »

Polyphaune #16 : Ponyphaune

Polyphaune #16 : Ponyphaune

In April, Phaune Radio continues to ride sounds in the racetrack, and as always upon arrival, not a single hair out of place. Hold your horses! Phaune Radio invites Elise DJ on the merry-go-round, for a no horseshit and no rehorsed mashup without blinkers nor blinders, far-fetched from the mare nostrum. Sylvester Stallion, the Hoofington Post, master sprints, the poney express and trojan horses al... Read More »

Polyphaune #15 : Hoo cares ?

Polyphaune #15 : Hoo cares ?

Folded light in feathers, Phaune Radio wings it over the branches of the night and stays bound to smash out the daybreak owl by itself.¬†Sharp feathers, airborne scream, capital silence and cursive flight, Strigidae et Tytonidae are air-bending and nothing will shoot them up. Phaune Radio follows precisely all the signs of the night owl’s character and, as time lies, passes through owl stars... Read More »

Polyphaune #14: Going Bearserk

Polyphaune #14: Going Bearserk

Introduction to Complex Thinking : All bears are mortal, I am mortal, so I’m a bear. At a slow breath rate, measure of her remaining time, Phaune Radio curls and let her go under the pawerful Ursidae. As one still must think about putting one claw in front of the other, Phaune Radio stretches and gets out of the cave, with pieces of dreams still glued to the eyelids. Encounters with his Maje... Read More »