[Newspoetry] Derrida Dead At 74
William at Spineless Books
william at spinelessbooks.com
Tue Oct 12 23:20:14 CDT 2004
"the situation"
Assassinations, kidnappings, beheadings, raging barbaric guerilla war,
Americans attacked 87 times a day, terrorism, chaos, mayhem. The day
Darleen A. Druyun and Martha Steward went to jail, Afghanistan's first
presidential election collapsed. The opposition to the U.S.-backed
candidate claimed the ink washed off easily.
In the dictator's cuff disappeared his military might. He had not touched
a phone in a decade. Rather than chemicals, his armies melted into sand.
Armories evaporated, sublimated to barns. Not a mountain of ice but steam.
Something you could never roll a tank over. Our armies would strike from
the sky like lightning? They put our spears in the ground. Your enemy can
never finally defeat you unless they can pay attention to you. Hear.
There is a new problem in language. Evasion is erosion. Those who will not
listen can say whatever they want to, addressing nobody. The dictator
recognized that. The armies of viruses would spread even after his
capture. He knew we wanted the oil.
There are few moments in history that crystallize the contradictions of
the reigning paradigm. I am referring here to the symbolism of these
attacks. September 11th demonstrated that in the end America speaks but it
will not listen, even when shouted at.
Iraq has developed into a two-front war: the battles for control over Iraq
's cities and the constant struggle to protect its far-flung petroleum
infrastructure against sabotage and attack. The first contest has been
widely reported in the American press; the second has received far less
attention.
Though there are those who go beyond the dull shapes of these sentences,
people of relentless precision for whom intelligence is usage. do facts
exist? Truth is not a rock, it is a path, a hermeneutic of verification,
authority, credulity, but there is no penalty for speaking shadows where
ideas were extracted.
Truth is not a rock, it is an explanation of gravel. It's in these shadows
that their shredder hums, straining the fiber from the milk which feeds
the teleprompter. A team of men with combs lift every adjective and dust
beneath to remove shards of meaning. Smoke rises to the pyramid's tip.
Language rises uncoiling from the hot orange fact.
William
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