[Cataclysm]: 1a. violent upheaval or disaster. 1b.great change. 2. great flood. (OED).

Well, life goes on - and so does research, for better, for worse. Torill wrote some nice and wise words in her blogg thinking with my fingers today - she writes about how the production of knowledge is a personal thing - and therefore susceptible to what happens in one's life in general. I guess one important reason why I became a scholar was that I love writing. I like giving word to thoughts and using words to think with, I like trying to find the perfect sentence which puts forward a point in the most precise and complex way, I like to fight with an article and finally feel that most of the words have fallen into place, revealing what I wanted them to reveal. I also like being personal in what I write: the reason why I chose to name this log "Klastrup's cataclysms" was that I wanted a place in which I could write about mainly "professional" things, but not in a strictly academic way: allowing myself to be subjective, and just bluntly pissed off when some piece of writing or art or whatever annoyed me - without necessarily having to make all the arguments pro and con before I express my personal opinion. It was naive of me to think that heartache would prevent me from writing; rather I find comfort in words, stringing them on to each other like pearls on a necklace until they are ready to be hung out there in public for people to read - it's almost like that rosary-like kind of thing the greek men like to fiddle with, it's a stress-preventer, it calms me down. Anyway, most likely I will be a little more annoyed, a little more angry with the things I come across in the near future but I still have plenty of words in store...
# posted by Lisbeth at: 15:42