The
blogosphere is a contemporary mirror. It allows both reader and writer to
interact at a faster speed, precision and closer discursive engagement than the old printing presses were able to do. While the
romantic bourgeois notion of the book in the province and privacy of the reader
and writer still holds and is used to criticize the new medium, the fact that
virtual space is here and there at the same time, and used by quite a few readers and writers- all at once, cannot be avoided.
This
blog is used not only to present the final product of particular pieces, but
more so to show the road and stages followed by the author (my own “vallegian moi”)
and most of the writings downloaded on the blogosphere. And these “machadian” roads
and stages are placed within the context provided by particular arguments,
positions critiques and theories on learning to write and read.
After
a few years on the blog, earlier pieces are eliminated and new versions are
presented/downloaded; some are completely eliminated and hopefully forgotten; quite
a few come back haunting me like Billie Holiday’s “Solitude” or if not, Maryanne
Faithfull’s version. And if the mood requires sounds but not words, there is
always Duke Ellington’s.
Writing, reading, speaking and listening are not only about
rules, context or intentions but often depend on
the mood of the speaker/listener/writer/reader on the blogosphere.
"In my solitude, you haunt me"; y'all haunt me......
"In my solitude, you haunt me"; y'all haunt me......
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