"Pero... qué coño es esto".

El blog (que es vol fanzine però acaba en portfolio) "Súdor y Potas" és un d'aquells feliços descobriments que desperten les ganes de posar's-hi amb l'enveja sana del "algo así tendría que hacer yo".
Reproduïm un dels que ens han agradat més, el 5 de la sèrie "Naderías".

 

/cliqueu per fer-lo gran

 

Why I write

In short I tried to think. I failed. My attention veered inexorably back to the specific, to the tangible, to what was generally considered, by everyone I knew then and for that matter have known since, the peripheral. I would try to contemplate the Hegelian dialectic and would find myself concentrating instead on a flowering pear tree outside my window and the particular way the petals fell on my floor. I would try to read linguistic theory and would find myself wondering instead if the lights were on in the

bevatron up the hill. When I say that I was wondering if the lights were on in the bevatron you might immediately suspect, if you deal in ideas at all, that I was registering the bevatron as a political symbol, thinking in shorthand about the military-industrial complex and its role in the university community, but you would be wrong. I was only wondering if the lights were on in the bevatron, and how they looked. A physical fact.

Excerpt Joan Didion’s Why I Write, originally published in The New York Times Magazine, December 5, 1976.