Tuesday, October 7, 2008

paradigm, syntagm and value

This was the first time
it felt like a poem:

Fourth floor
mythologies
on a Monday
night parking
deck, a table
full of apples,
middle school
prophecies; all
teetering on
the brink of
structuralism.

I’ll be the signifier,
you can be –

(why)

Who holds the pen?

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