Mynona n°1, March 2019: Well, we are therefore sacrificing accomplished knowledge, its unity, and sacrificing the formalism of language as the first skeleton of reason and the substrate common to all philosophy. Let’s sacrifice everything and let’s go! If there is something left, then it will serve the action and if not, we will have written only a novel without consequence. In any case, let’s at least check if the conditions for a logical access to Destruction exist, and if it is possible to say something about it. If we limit ourselves to questioning a problem of language, we must recognize that this logical access cannot be said; in absolute terms, we cannot conclude otherwise. […]Mynona n°2, December 2019: What is the forest dreaming of this winter? / Neither Factory Nor Deforestation / The Forest: Ecstasy / Deforestation / The sadness of the landscape opens like the mouth of a dead / A quiet agony / Do you know what the forest is mulling over this winter? / Trees: They are uprooted / The earth leaves: The soil dies / And on the ashes of the machines burned this night grows the forest / It’s springMynona n°3, November 2020: Mynona (the sheet) is letterpress printed — the production of an issue takes us about five days, the distribution of copies is essentially by post; for any contribution and for any correspondence: lemondeparlafin@riseup.netMynona n°4, October 2021: THE WORD IS AN ENVELOPE THAT WE PASS ON THE CONDITION OF NOT OPENING IT. THE DISINTEGRATION OF THIS ENVELOPE IS THEREFORE THE REVELATION OF NOTHING. YET WE DESTROY IT.
