Foucault…On the streets of Paris, in the gutter, where he belongs.
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N.B. “In the gutter” is a good thing.
Somehow this reminded me of my favourite Bukowski poem…..
and to think, after I’m gone,
there will be more days for others, other days, other nights.
dogs walking, trees shaking in the wind.
I won’t be leaving much.
something to read, maybe.
a wild onion in the gutted road.
Paris in the dark.
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Only in Paris. But it should have been Derrida. He’s the really unintelligible one.
ricki: The image is just text…From a certain angle it could be Derrida. C’est une question de p.o.v…
G20-Toronto and Discourse Analysis…
I found your entry interesting thus I’ve added a Trackback to it on my weblog :)…
Cool…Like the post it’s linked to. You’ve got an energetic, honest and politically acute blog there.
@nursemyra: That Bukowski poem is all rotgut and infected bullet wounds. But Paris is rarely that dark; even on a solo stumble home along the Seine from the bars at 4 AM…Perhaps the dawn was close.
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