FIRST REFUSAL
Derrida
is in the forest
so beware lovers, children
be
excited
every plant has chenistry
there are carnivorous creatures
things shaped
to mirror your desire
anarchy
in the air
confusion in
the clouds
slip, slide
shifting
the twilight lingering
and whilst this
state of being persists
continues to pull us, call
us
who are we sad everyday
little mortals to refuse.
FOLLOWED
followed Jacques Derrida
down a rabbit hole
seriously
name-dropping all the way
saw Slavoj Zizek
and all his twin twizzle
and tweedle brothers
who asked how I could
have been so sure
that down was the direction
I was heading
when, counter
intuitively, up might
equally
make perfect sense
and I
might be twin too
Moon cavorting on the lunar surface
doing sibling-style stuff
with young
Castor and Pollux
and other twin
who penned that tune
I am the Walrus and Richard and
Karen
in such seemingly
beautiful harmony
Oh you cannot
put a cat in a box
and have any kind of certainty
you cannot come up with truths
you can always reconnect
the very land we stand on
slipping and sliding
so slippery-slidey
what
we have before us here
(not referring to the tea party)
so different
from what I was thinking, what
expected, and
what I almost fancied
I was destined to express
TRANSPARENT
“Différance does not precede the elements of the opposition it makes possible; it is their mode of existence.” Christopher Watkin
don”t say
transparent
when best you can
aim for
ever hope to
achieve
is translucent
(thus ducking
quite neatly
the
thorny issue of truth)
but then there is context
and then there is history
whose meaning
is deferred until
you
write the thing
time lag
side step
every excuse for
spin, circumlocution, Derrida’s
Gitanes-smoking
deferral
of what if is
Oh you Cartesians, what could
be more opaque than
your
methodology of demons
heads spinning like tops
whipped by sticks
viciously, vicariously
what difference if the
fate is epic monotony
could your
metaphysic possibly make?
poems 2 die for