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Alina Stefanescu's avatar

Mahmoud Darwish is the lyrical counterpoint to everything I disparage in this effort to eradicate longing in

order to sell immediacy.

Mariane O. Brugnari's avatar

Commercial nostalgia is so comfortable. It comes ready-made. It already knows what you’re supposed to feel. That’s why I’m interested in writing that does not restore an idealized time. It does not want to “go back.” It wants to understand a mark left on the body... the kind that does not try to fill the space, but instead observes it. (This is the opposite of the eradication of desire.)

I also think about how, today, even vulnerability has become an aesthetic. Longing has become Instagram language. And the question that arises in my mind is: when we write about absence, are we working through the lack, or performing an image of lack?

Note: I loved the poem you mentioned. It led me to “A Máquina do Mundo” by Carlos Drummond de Andrade. In it, nostalgia is not for the past, but for meaning.

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