Vad gjorde jag utan kaffe ruggiga söndagseftermiddagar då jag helst inte vill sticka näsan ovanför täcket? Planen idag är att tillbringa hela dagen just i sängen med en kopp och en hög böcker. Överst i högen Maggie Nelsons The Argonauts (2016). Efter bara fyra sidor inte helt övertygad om dess relevans men kanske väl tidigt att avfärda Nelsons queera perspektiv på sitt förhållande. Jag väntar med ett omdöme. En smakbit tills dess:
"Words change depending on who speaks them; there is no cure. The answer isn't just to introduce new words (boi, cis-gendered, andro-fag) and then set out to reify their meanings (though obviously there is power and pragmatism here). One must also become alert to the multitude of possible uses, possible contexts, the wings with which each word can fly. Like when you whisper, You're just a hole, letting me fill you up. Like when I say husband."
"Words change depending on who speaks them; there is no cure. The answer isn't just to introduce new words (boi, cis-gendered, andro-fag) and then set out to reify their meanings (though obviously there is power and pragmatism here). One must also become alert to the multitude of possible uses, possible contexts, the wings with which each word can fly. Like when you whisper, You're just a hole, letting me fill you up. Like when I say husband."
(Nelson, The Argonauts, 8)
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