poetix

this time for sure

Half Cocks: They Might Be Giants

IN SITU, and exemplarily so,

enjambed between close thickets of inclusion,

proceed with varying mileage and incaution

slantwise across the laid-on manifold.

Assessor of the world’s moral

illogic or immoral logic, nihilism’s

conflagrations, issue numbered theses, bonds

of amorous fidelity; by interminable

sleuthing draw the kingdom from its stone.

There is a post on Badiou and Tron in the works, for which the above may be regarded as a kind of warm-up…