For Jacques Derrida, With Apologies
Every wall is made of bricks, even you.
It is simpler this way:
give everything an opposite.
Make every answer into a question.
When you are a monument, I hope you mock the air.
Use your words like a pistol.
Wear your hopeless clock like a slipper.
How else to explain concrete and satin?
Love and loyalty? Men and other men?
Before long you will be immune to daylight.
posted by Lilit Marcus at 1:37 PM
4 Comments:
The brick-deconstruction is nice metonymy. It is deconstruction simplified and demystified. My favorite is the men and other men line. ( I think of this like shoes, my favorite black pair and my favorite other black pair. Pure reduction and objectification) AM I right?
I don't get the last line, can someone help?
Jesse
I love that you always comment on what people write, as if this website had the goal of being a place to comment on each other's work rather than just bragging about how we're cool for being writers. "Men and other men" is my favorite line too. For some reason this poem made me really want to see Kinsey.
I check and write, but lately, too swamped and manic. Are any of you interested in coming to my graduation in June at UNO? Or a party in California at my house?
JL
All I have after Dec 3 is a poetry course and my thesis committee work. WOW
OK California-
I am sorry to hear Derrida died. It seems unwritten and deconstructed already.
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