If there were an answer, one
would just shut up. If I were
willing to concede that it
is a nice grey bow tie, learn
to tie the damn thing, wish
it were polka-dotted, get
distracted, listen to Michael
Jackson, drink a Red Bull,
then drink another Red Bull.
We have talked re: Nietzsche
too much. No. Tell me. Go on,
what does Žižek have to say?
No! that the notion of a post-
Nietzschian void has gone
tiresome does not change it.
No, this is dissimilar to womyns
studies; though, yes they've
both been absorbed by 'the
Atlantic Monthly' readership.
You know exactly who I mean.
If I left on a space skiff for
the outer planets, I
would need to be traveling faster,
or be frozen for the journey,
or somehow jump there, or
somehow bring the outer planets
closer, or somehow bring
everything closer, or something
even older science fiction
hadn't thought of. Yet
I would be prepared to have
had everyone die by the time
I returned. Even if that weren't
a prerequisite necessity of my
method of traveling there, even
if my traveling there were a lark,
or my BFA was the only degree
on the little tin ship, or if we nicked
Jupiter's well and were crushed
in the liquid nickel ocean
and only some reflection
of us made it back to earth.
