SOLUTION
“there can only be
a creative solution”
Gilles Deleuze
when you talk solution
I kind of dissolve
was only 15
in May 68, that most
year of the Monkey
Woodstock music festival
Jimi Hendrix machine-
gun divebombing
the Star Spangled
Banner the
following year
cannot speak French
(the language
seeming
to resist me
at every turn)
but so
into that opera house
of philosophies
that medley
of theories
thought it a kind of
light in the darkness,
laser mental surgery
but now
here we are
won nothing,
captured nothing
intrigued that there is such
a curious parallel
between
endgame in
my life
and endgame in the world
at large
privileged to
navigate this sludge of
landscape
having honed
that Barthes template
critical
apparatus of sign
and code
deconstructing to such
a fine tuned degree
I feel an insider in
the clarity with which
I am
there with Zizek and
the punchline
of his jokes
liberation there, losing
oneself
to right genus and
species of rigorous laughter
poems 2 die for 