As prosaic as the Norton Anthology
of Theory and Criticism is. Horrifically,
friendship has been. Things change
over time. Butler delighting in dust,
Stan Fish crying. Sontag, still dead
and that's metaphors, on the sideline.
However much warmer, spring is not over,
however wide open the windows are.
You would need a paperweight
to hold the book so you could have
both hands in the hoodie pockets.
Then your feet would need to have
socks on them. Where is the Bahktin?
Is the thesis of this asking me
to imagine climbing up a steel structure,
like Tatlin's monument to the Third International?
That is a tower that's rotating!
increasingly slow.
Rise up retaliators! Put on your
socks, because it's too cold to go out
without socks. Yes you will need a coat,
I'm sorry. If it gets very much warmer you
can carry the coat. Fine! I will carry the coat.
