Lletra de dona és un espai de publicació i difusió de ressenyes d'obres escrites per dones, dins els àmbits tant de la creació literària (narrativa, teatre, poesia, assaig, autobiografia) com de la teoria crítica.
“The archive was an opaque hope, yet it kept slipping away as though it didn’t want to be found, plundered, excavated. It became outright seductive in its evasiveness, and it kept making clear that it didn’t want our masturbatory desire for it” (22).
“Tinc vuit anys. Ho explicaré tot a la meva manera perquè la mama i el papa m’han dit que ho expliqui a la meva manera. […] M’he estirat amb la meva nina i l’home que no és tan jove m’ha demanat que em tregui les calcetes. Jo me les he tret.”
I’m an artist of the hearth; dresses in tatters from flying sparks;
skin scarred from falling logs.
I love fire and the pictures of fire.
But I love dead fire best:
rolling in cinders until I’m glittery with flakes of ash
“Cinderella”, The Book of Blood, pos. 846.
The strange, the incoherent, that which falls "outside", gives us a way of understanding the taken-for-granted world of sexual categorization as a constructed one, indeed, as one that might well be constructed differently.
And yet, I want to argue that if we are to make broader social and political claims about rights of protection and entitlements to persistence and flourishing, we will first have to be supported by a new bodily ontology, one that implies the rethinking of precariousness, vulnerability, injurability, interdependency, exposure, bodily persistence, desire, work and the claims of language and social belonging.
Oddly, but importantly, if the thesis is right, then the «I» comes into sentient being, even thinking and acting, precisely by being acted on in ways that, from the start, presume that non-voluntary, though volatile field of impressionability. Already undone, or undone from the start, we are formed, and as formed, we come to be always partially undone by what we come to sense and know.
Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something.