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  • Polpa
    Fanzine
  • A zine is a handmade magazine or mini-comic about anything you can imagine: favorite bands, personal stories, subcultures, orcollections. They contain diary entries, rants, interviews, and stories.They can be by one person or many, found in stores, traded at comicconventions, exchanged with friends, or given away for free. Zinesare not a new idea: they”ve been around for years under variousnames (chapbooks, flyers, pamphlets). People with independentideas have been getting their word out since before there wereprinting presses.

    TODD, Mark, PEARL WATSON, Esther, Whatcha Mean, What’s a Zine, Graphia, New York, 2006

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    polpa 
    s . f . 
    1. Substância carnuda e mole das frutas. 
    2. [Anatomia] Tecido muscular dos animais. 
    3.[Figurado] importância, autoridade, valimento pessoal. 
    4. [Anatomia] parte interior das falanges digitais. 

    Este é um fanzine cheio de sumo, de músculo, qual recheio metafísico do ser. É meu dedo e o dedo - e a cabeça, olhos e pés - dos outros. Eles falam e eu subscrevo. Eles cantam e eu danço. Declamam e eu choro. Escrevem e eu leio. Pensam e eu acredito. Eles contam e eu escuto. Vivem e eu vivo. Sobre eles traço a minha linha.
    Brinco com o meu traço sobre os seus traços de príncipes e princesas, de génios de todos os sistemas, contadores de histórias e viajantes, exímios acrobatas da mente, sábios mochos de barbas brancas e olhos delicados, agricultores de palavras e das ideias.

    Polpa, edição #1 - Alavanca, Junho 2012

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    pulp
    noun
    1. fleshy and soft mass of the fruit.
    2. [Anatomy] the muscular tissue of the animals.
    3. [Figurative] importance, authority, personal validation.
    4. [Anatomy] the fleshy portion of the fingertip.

    This in a fanzine full of juice, of muscle, a metaphysic filling of the being. It's my finger and theirs fingers - and heads, eyes and foot. They speak and I subscribe. They sing and I dance. They declaim and I cry. They write and I read. They think and I believe. They tell and I listen. They live and I live. I trace my line on them. I play with my line over their lines of princes and princesses, genius of all the systems, storytellers and travelers, exiguous acrobats of the mind, wise hoary owls with delicate eyes, farmers of ideas and words.

    Polpa, #1 - Alavanca, June 2012