Magali Dougoud


In the sonic penumbra (Part 1)

Jun 30, 2020

(Extract of the first version of the text “In the sonic penumbra of the womxn-waves”)

In the sonic penumbra, a wild sound, a piercing and persistent tinnitus, which has become an infinite and continuous scream — as if that scream reversed the principle of silence. It’s actually a dark, submerged, deaf scream; not quite human nor non-human. A stuck, breathless rage that expresses itself in the trachea. A long aquatic death rattle by which the mental universe has been invaded. Nothing like the first scream or the last one. A vibration with multiple repercussions in liquid, where the rage of the explosion is muffled. A scream that is spewed out and takes shape in the scum saliva and foam of the waves. If it is released from the water, the scream would burst the eardrums and bring blood gushing down the neck.

That scream echoes in the blood-time.

When we bathed our hair in the glottis of their heroes
Distilled our piss in their brains
Immersed our aquatic cry in their bodily fluids
Rippled in the rivers of their dreams on acid
The drugs made the fishes’ teeth fall out,
We recovered them
To plant them in our vulvar gums
Into the path our ichthyoid vaginas use to swallow everything
Now they were slicing through the carotid arteries with each thrust
Once severed, the sound no longer formed on their lips
We thought we’d finally silenced them
But you can still hear their hearts pounding in their necks
Even in death they were still noisy
But with the grumbling of dying people
When they know they won’t survive long

Only particularities in grace matter
Only particles in grease remain
If a return to the abnormal is planned
Let this order be sunk
And all of us drowned

This scream is just such a scream, because we have recovered the arsenal of weapons used to control us. This cry is precisely a cry, because we are considered a species prone to a disorderly and uncontrollable discharge of sounds, which they describe as howling, groaning or complaining. We put our anger on the tip of our tongue and then cut it off. These pieces of tongue rolled in our hands and allowed us to make the scream resonate further. We wanted to form a poetic body, for the struggle of the imagination. To recognize ourselves, we dyed our cheeks with the sliced glottis of our enemies. It was not their blood that interested us, but the silence we obtained. To make our cry possible, to capture the sound capacity of the dominant imaginations, to regain possession of our voices and their roughness. These voices had to make the link between inside and outside, between the immersed and the terrestrial, and that’s why they had to be fragile and powerful at the same time.

Joana, Anna Matchké, Franziska Schanzkowska, Rosa Luxembourg, Ana Anderson, Maiga Adryan, Rosalia Lübeck, Anastasia Nikolaïevna Romanova, Lucie Berlin, Lena S, Anastasia Manahan, Rosalia Lübeck, and others names whose have been silenced.

We were those of the Karpfenteich, the Spree, the Landwehrkanal, the Teltowkanal, the Spandauer Schifffahrtskanal, the Havel, the Panke, the Sachsendorfer Badensee. These are the ponds, canals, rivers and lakes in which our bodies have mixed with other bodies, pores, spores. We’ve gone up the currents, from the fortified lines to the drainage and diversion channels, from the upper locks to the cooling plant basins. No generations. No future. No history. No front, no back, no side. We were all at sea again. An endless liquid plane of altered and defective bodies, symbiotically hyper-linked in what some call hyper-sea. We no longer had a single form, we were now multiple, dark, shady, complicated, threatening, erotic and equivocal.

We are the womxn-waves
In trace of their shores
The skimmings
The rushed ones
Worn out by dreams
Under acid
Of their psychoses

They think they control our technology
Jam our signals
Silence the grain of our voices
But our echolocation
Allows us to find our way around
In their mud
We are Wireless
Without attachment
Our XX are swarming
With multi-colored bacteria
Lying on the ocean floor
A desert of our medicated piss
And our freeze-dried plastics
The channels
From our skins
Are swollen
With spores
With pores
With dead fish
With vomit :
We are bloodthirsty
The sight of so many bones/water in the rivers
Turns their stomachs
Who’s “we”?

Our waters, skins, organs, teeth, hair and nails had joined the canals and rivers of the city. Some had been silenced there. Others, having suffered too much loss, had chosen the blackness of the rivers to muffle their cries. For others still, these waters were a space for transformation. Once the liquid we contained had joined the one that contained us, we were ready to become a single rebellious body. They imagined that we had joined the sea to live the experience of the original birth, but we sought to achieve a dissonant poetic and political unity, a humid cacophony, a future where we could live together, altered, without preserved identities. For this we had to merge, dissolve and then reassemble. Tearing each other apart and coming together at the same time. Our bodies bounced in the canals which drowned our dead and the relics of our becoming. We had surpassed the human race, crossed the barrier of spaces and species. We were now deformed and transformed, one liquid space in another liquid space. We differentiated, while the sky was covered with scales.

To break the revolution we forbade them from sharing a body together. Yet they managed to dissolve, merge and reassemble themselves. Their bones/water, organs, teeth, hair and nails had joined the canals, rivers and lakes of the city. Underwater, in the dark, they began warlike murmurs. Their battle will be for the imagination, a reconquest of the field of possibilities through thought. They will relearn the grains, the tones, the inflections, the pauses, the silences, the repetitions, and the hesitations in their voices. But also the stories.

In the sonic penumbra, a wild sound, a piercing and persistent tinnitus, which has become an infinite and continuous scream — as if that scream reversed the principle of silence.This scream is deep: it vibrates but it does not waver. The water swallows it up in the darkness and seems to make it lose its liquid appearance. Using echo-localization, the scream collides with space and allows the womxn-waves to find their precise location in the muddy water. This sound creeps into lagoons, gaps, intervals. From there it prepares to defeat them and the privileges they have obtained. Privileges they paid for with our blood and suffering, ravaging, polluting. Everything in their path becomes disgusting.

There is no more paradise Lost
There’ll be no more paradise at all.
They’re wasted
Drunk, they are drunk
Drunk to the water/bones
They have Rosacea
The booze they’re gobbling up
Hues their cheeks red
Also they call themselves the Reds
Because they’re bloodthirsty

Their XX with double mouths
Laughing to bring them down with joy
They hide from their hair
Illuminations and rifts
That’s because she wanted a relationship with no power issues
That one of them has been killed three times
This event is worth remembering

And will pass through the generations of each bloody-fold

To recognize each other
When they meet
They make the sign of the scream
With mouths, bodies and fingers
From the biggest to the smallest
Circles of revolution
By joining the corners of their lips
Or Index and thumbs joined
When they finally show the back of their hand
They know they’re not going to survive

Berlin: cartography of Watery Bodies

May 31, 2020 Wasser Berlin


1. Karpfenteich
Treptower Park

Trans woman, 38 years old
A stranger approaches her and tries to push her into the pond after hitting her.
Trans woman, 29 years old
The second woman was filming the assailant group. They throw her phone into the water and they hitt her.
Transphobic assault

2. Spree
Treptower Park

Near of Insel der Jugend
Lena S, 36 years old, 150cm
The body of Lena S. was found in a suitcase floating in the river. Some media call her the “Koffer-Mädchen” wihch is degrading. They insist about her small size and it is maybe for this reason that she was called “Mädchen” when she was almost 40 years old. In the media and on social networks it was reported that she was travelling alone around the world, unconsciously, and this fact had put her in danger.
Scene of the crime: KulturRaum Paradise, Wedding

3. Spree

Croatian woman, 29 years old
She disappeared on on April 12th after leaving her job around 10pm. From Bruchsaler Strasse in Wilmersdorf she went to the S-Bahn station at the Bundesplatz. After this last journey she never returned to her apartment on Rhinstraße in Lichtenberg and we lost her trace until we found her in the river.
Unclarified death

4. Spree

Woman, 25-40 years old, 172 cm, 60 kg, short blond hair
The police discovered a naked female body drowned in the Spree. They try to identify her by publishing photos of her tattoo: a flower, a corn cob or a character, with a crescent moon on the central ear or an umbrella protecting against the sun.
Potential femicide

5. Spree
Am Kupfergraben 6

Woman, 30-50 years old, 165 cm, 59 kilo, medium-length hair, reddish brown
She was wearing a thin chain around her neck with a rectangular gold pendant with a small stone in the upper right corner and scrawled letters. She was found floating in the Spree and police try to identify her by publishing a drawing of her face.
Unexplained death – potential suicide

6. Spree

Lucie Berlin, 9 years old
Lucie’s body was found wrapped in newspaper forming a package thrown into the river. Lucie Berlin was the youngest daughter of the cigar maker Friedrich Berlin, living at Ackerstraße 130, Berlin-Gesundbrunnen. The girl was identified by her father through a small scar under her chest. December 23rd, Theodor Berger was sentenced to 15 years in prison for homicide. She was probably suffocated with a pillow after being raped.

7. Spree

Maiga Adryan, 23 years old
She swam across the Spree to escape from East Berlin to West Berlin with three other people. At the time of this crossing she was pregnant of tree month. She also had a broken foot. A border guard shuttle intercepts her in the water, but people help her to get out of the water on the West side shore. The police didn’t use weapons because people from the West was around her.
Escape through the Spree

8. Landwehrkanal

Rosa Luxemburg / Rozalia Luksemburg / Anna Matchké / Rosalia Lübeck, 48 years old
Born as a Polish subject in the Russian Empire, she went into exile in Switzerland to study. She took the German nationality in order to continue her socialist activism in Germany. She was a member of the left wing of the Workers’ International, a revolutionary and supporter of internationalism. She spent many years in prison for her political ideas. She was expelled from the German Social Democratic Party after publicly oppose her to the first war. Together with other excluded members, she founded the Independent Social Democratic Party and the Spartakist League. She published her last article on January 14th 1919 and was arrested the next day. In the evening she was killed by soldiers, who were supposed to arrest her. but they considered her too dangerous to be left alive. They said that she was killed by angry citizens. On May 25th, without having found her body, they symbolically buried her. The body of Rosa/Rozalia/Anna was found six days after in the Landwehrkanal. Years later, another body corresponding to hers was discovered in the basement of a clinic, remaining doubt about who was really burried in the grave under the name of Rosa Luxembourg. Her essay «Introduction to Political Economy» in which she developps a critique of nationalism, was published after her death.

9. Landwehrkanal

Ana Anderson / Anastasia Manhan / Anastasia Nikolaïevna Romanova / Franziska Schanzkowska
After her son was taken away from her, she threw herself from a bridge in the Landwehrkanal. It is difficult to say exactly where. She was undocumented, so they called her “Fraulein Unbekannt”. She was placed in a psychiatric hospital for two years. During this time, some of her memories seem to come back and finally she claimed to be Anastasia Nikolayevna Romanova, the daughter of the Tsar Nicholas II of Russia. She wouldn’t have been executed with her family on July 17th 1918 in Yekaterinburg, as History claims, but helped by one of the soldiers, with whom she later had her son. Following the execution, when burying the bodies, he would have noticed that she was still alive and would have hidden her. At first, they give her the identity of a Polish worker, Franziska Schanzkowska, who disappeared at the same time. She will request her inheritance for more than 32 years and will fight in front of many tribunals. Ana Anderson didn’t win her trials, but neither she didn’t lose them, since there was still doubts about the Duchess’s death. Some members of the royal family give credit to her story since Ana revealed troubling details of specific moments that only the Duchess should have known. Her uncle, one of the most fervent detractors of Ana, seemed to want to hide from some of her revelations. He bought witnesses and tempered with photographies to discredit her story. Finally, it is very improbable that she was Franziska Schanzkowska. Ana Anderson immigrated in 1984 in the United States where she was burried under the title „Her Imperial Highness“.
Fished out

10. Panke
Berlin-Usedom Radfernweg

Woman, 32 years old, 168 cm, medium-length hair, dark brown, glasses
She was found partially naked with marks of strangulation.
Potential femicide

11. Teltowkanal

Woman, 35-50 years old, 162 cm, 82 kg, hair up to the shoulders, brown, wavy, dark blue long-sleeved shirt, black plaid tights, red mini skirt
Lichterfelde (Klinik Benjamin Franklin)
She stay in the water for two to four weeks before somebody discovered her body. The police published a photography of her face and of her dental impressions. She seemed to take care of her teeth and visited regularly the dentist.
Unclarified death

12. Teltowkanal
Heizkraftwerks Lichterfelde

Woman, 70-75 years old, 176 cm, 75 kg, long hair, dyed blond, long black coat, skin-coloured bustier, shoes size 40
Kühlwasser-Ansaugbereich des Heizkraftwerks Lichterfelde
The woman’s body was found in the cooling zone of the Lichterfelde thermal power plant one day before Christmas Eve, around 11:35 am.
She was wearing on her fingers a silver ring with a blue stone, probably a sapphire, and a gold ring with a white stone. She was wearing silver earrings with white stones and a gold bracelet on her right wrist.

13. Teltowkanal

Woman, 60 years old
While fishing from a bridge, she falls into the Teltowkanal. She was rescue by the fire men.
Fished out

14. Teltowkanal
Schleuse Kleinmachnow

Woman, 56 years old
Her body was found 8 days after her disappearance stuck in locks of the Teltowkanal.

15. Spandauer Schifffahrtskanal

Joana, 25 years old, 164 cm, tall and slim, oloks much younger than 25 years old, short and dark blond hair, small braid on the back of her head, large plastic glasses, dark brown winter parka up to her knees with a large hood, dark grey wool sweater, grey cloth pants.
This woman came from Poland to celebrate New Year in Berlin. She was last seen in Storkower Straße in Prenzlauer Berg. She had been missing for two days when her body was found in the water of the Spandauer Schifffahrtskanal.
Death unsolved – potential suicide

16. Sachsendorfer badensee

Woman, 53 years old

17. Spree

Woman, 58 years old

18. Teich
Werder an der Havel

Woman, 64 years old



Women Waves on CoLaboRadio

Apr 21, 2020

Freie Radios – Berlin Brandenburg

Women Waves on CoLabRadio


Dienstag, 21. Apr 2020, 16:00 bis 17:00 Uhr

Radio on:
88,4 MHz in Berlin
90,7 MHz in Potsdam

Stream: 192 kbit/s, 128 kbit/s

For this broadcast on Colaboradio, Magali proposes a program called Women Waves, connecting Womxn, Water and Voices in a poetic and ethic approach. Through texts, voice-overs from her previous videos, sound pieces and music, she constructs a collage of reflections using the same process of montage as in her visual work.

ABA Air SALON is a radio format produced by Air Berlin Alexanderplatz, a Berlin based artist initiative dealing with the distribution and documentation of forms of collective and experimental knowledge production. The broadcasts come from different locations in Berlin where we organize salons. At these salons we meet with local actors, artists, scientists and other cultural producers to exchange around research based artistic projects and practices.


Apr 17, 2020



Thursday 16th of April, 2020, Berlin time: 20:00-21:00

For this special edition of ABA-LAB online, Magali Dougoud shares two video works, Lac Club (14:40, 2018, French with DE / ENG subtitles) and Juana Llancalahuen et les Falsas Orcas (23:24, 2019, French with DE / ENG subtitles). They are an introduction to the research she is currently undertaking at Air Berlin Alexanderplatz. During this LAB, and after viewing the works (links to the videos will be send to you after your reservation), the artist will give an insight on the production process and the conceptual context of the works. Subsequently, the discussion will be open for comments and questions. You will have the possibility to join us by video, sound or chat only. We’re looking forward to seeing you all and virtually ‘prost’ with you on Magali Dougoud’s residency at ABA!

The two video works develop a specific language around water, liquidity and what is submerged. Water becomes an archive, an original memory transmitted to each “Body of Water”, connecting human and non-human to the ocean in a non-normative way. The videos confronts dominant historical and scientific narratives by gathering collective and intimate stories – connecting and reinterpreting them. They reconquest the field of possibilities to construct an emancipatory feminine imagination.

Lac Club was shot at the Lake Baikal in Siberia (Russia), one of the oldest lakes in the world. The video is build like a fragmented travel story and questions origin, dominant narratives of history and the possibility to create a collective connection between individuals.
Juana Llancalahuen et les Falsas Orcas is the result of a residency in the Casa Museo Alberto Baeriswyl in Puerto Yartou (Land of Fire, Chile), which is separated from the American continent by the the Strait of Magellan. This narrative mixes different tales with documentary facts, like the legend of Selknam (Patagonian native people) about the birth of the patriarchy and the scientific experiment telling the domestication of the foxes. In this new contemporary mythology, the common thread is the stranding of hundreds of female False Killer Whales. They protest against Juana Llancalhuen’s femicide, and in a broader sense to bring to a stop the violence against women.