Bourdieu bores even god
Foucault’s faux-pas are for the birds
and de Certeau needs a breath mint with water chaser
French theorists in general
are foot soldiers
in a march
toward Antarctica
to bathe in liquid seas.
Need direction?
Follow the pointing fists
straight back to palm readers,
cause these boys?
They got nothing you need.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Excuse my french
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