This is part of a thing Podetti wrote on his blog some time ago:
"Because we have to forget the maximum strength of the story: its art condition minor, silly daughter of disposable literature. Ahhh, do not be fooled, do not average exchange library of Babel by a strip of Charlie Brown or two pages of Corto Maltese, what I'm saying is that the cartoon was born plebeian, proletarian and port, and die plebeian, proletarian and port, which must reject the temptation to be furious high-class, appear in libraries, encyclopaedias, universities, exhibitions (although we join in the Recoleta to pretend that we can read something hanging on a wall) and other mom's lap for artists unsafe. Only minor art-conscious and hillbilly, shit, and paper ephemera, comics shines, sweeps and breaks their ass at all, like flamenco should be heard in a little bar crowded with people and drunk with wine and ham, not a Theatre for two hundred thousand people, and should choripán eaten in the street and walking, not china and a "weblog" in the office while you pretend to listen to instructions from the boss, not a compilation of Editorial Cap And (of course I do not mean you., Mr. Editor I made a juicy proposal. This case would be an exception. Thank you, keep reading). Everything in its place. The glossy paper and glitter merely put it into ridicule and bound in a straitjacket as a tuxedo dress and hat to a boxer breed. So no, I gave up my dream of preserving my Little Lulu, ed. Novaro 1962 to 1978 for the rest of eternity, Lulu will die fighting, crumbling after each reading or fall into the hands of my youngest boy, and how well it does, because you know? You, too, you'll die, yes, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, YOU! "
And for good measure and a couple unscheduled Photo Sex Humor Illustrated magazine starring cartoon popes as Sanzol, Maitena, Mary Alcobre, Sendra, Maicas, Spósito, O'kif, Marin, etc Colazo. etc.
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