blah-femetag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-5002272009-06-19T00:45:06+01:00a blog for now, for thinking about politics and what being in the present might meanTypePadwhat fado rememberstag:typepad.com,2003:post-682634452009-06-19T00:45:06+01:002009-06-19T00:45:06+01:00One of the ways in which many commentators on fado have characterised it is as a cultural practice of remembering or, better, as a kind of collectivising memory work. But what is it that fado has forgotten or what kind...blahfemehttp://blahfeme.typepad.com/blahfeme/2009/06/what-fado-remembers.htmlcontested memorytag:typepad.com,2003:post-682633692009-06-19T00:41:39+01:002009-06-19T00:41:39+01:00Around the notion of memory, there circulates in the Western academy a set of discourses that have tended to emphasise cultural sameness. Memory studies have tended to draw on psychoanalytic approaches to, for example, trauma, melancholy and mourning, that seek...blahfemehttp://blahfeme.typepad.com/blahfeme/2009/06/contested-memory.htmlconfessions of an aural touristtag:typepad.com,2003:post-682631672009-06-19T00:32:49+01:002009-06-19T00:32:49+01:00When it comes to fado, I am a hopeless and unreconstructed tourist. There, I have confessed it! And my commitment to being a tourist is almost boundless: I love to trace the trails, spaces and territories of the myth-makers of...blahfemehttp://blahfeme.typepad.com/blahfeme/2009/06/confessions-of-an-aural-tourist.htmlthe coordinates of theorytag:typepad.com,2003:post-612776042009-01-13T16:56:26+00:002009-01-13T16:56:26+00:00What are the coordinates of theory? This is a question that has been pressing itself on me for some time now. I ask the question not least because I find myself in an ever more hostile political and epistemological environment...blahfemehttp://blahfeme.typepad.com/blahfeme/2009/01/the-coordinates-of-theory.htmlgluttonytag:typepad.com,2003:post-611459522009-01-10T09:56:03+00:002009-01-10T09:56:03+00:00Gluttony. The friend of the dispossessed, amorous and dark succubus you haunt me and taunt me with your cakes and creams and fried stuffs. Eat, is all I want to do when you visit; like queen of the night you...blahfemehttp://blahfeme.typepad.com/blahfeme/2009/01/gluttony.htmlon being superfluoustag:typepad.com,2003:post-610237142009-01-08T01:16:15+00:002009-01-08T01:16:15+00:00I grew up with the notion that being useful was what one wanted in life: superfluity was simply not good enough, the absolute end! Be useful, I was told, and you shall be happy! I remember, when I stumbled, as...blahfemehttp://blahfeme.typepad.com/blahfeme/2009/01/on-being-superfluous.htmlthe end of friendship ...tag:typepad.com,2003:post-608385142009-01-04T16:15:51+00:002009-01-04T16:15:51+00:00It is a sad thing when a friendship ends – and such is the nature of the world that all things end. One can, for so long, hold out the prospect that what at the time seemed like a misunderstanding...blahfemehttp://blahfeme.typepad.com/blahfeme/2009/01/the-end-of-friendship-.htmlthe event of listeningtag:typepad.com,2003:post-600843062008-12-16T16:00:08+00:002008-12-16T16:00:08+00:00It’s late. The cold winter air outside makes the warm moist air inside condense on the cool windows. My docked iPod is playing quietly in the background, set, yet again, to ‘shuffle’. I’ve had my iPod now for some years...blahfemehttp://blahfeme.typepad.com/blahfeme/2008/12/the-event-of-listening.html