Thursday, August 31, 2006
Last night, I dreamed I could fly over a generic city in a foot-pedal controlled hang glider. My mother sat beside me. Once we'd risen about 500 feet, we discovered chaise lounges in the sky where homeless people could sleep without police interference. The lounges were gorgeous-- lots of richly colored velvet. I woke up missing my mother worse than ever.
About Me
- Name: Left of Liberal
- Location: Washington, United States
Remember the heady fun of learning Deconstructive theory? I learned it in college, in the 1990s, and I delighted, then, in fathoming my locus as the "site of transgression" in various binarisms. The site of transgression used to be the locus of the good guys: Experimental writers and Marxists and queers and misfits of all stripes. But "degeneracy" doesn't feel quite so benign now that the "construct" of morality has brought us into a collapse of civil rights. I guess it could be argued that Bush is the "site of transgression" between morality and immorality, the thread to pull to deconstruct the construct. But, sadly, no one is pulling.
1 Comments:
this is a beautiful dream.....don't be sad, sweetie. thaoster
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