Tumblr I have briefly returned. Where my Guardians of the Galaxy at? SEND IT MY WAY
still laughing about yesterday during gender/sexuality studies class when our professor had everyone chant “VAGINA! PENIS! VAGINA!” a few times to make us more comfortable with saying those terms
and this girl just stands up slowly and says “…this… this isn’t math class…”
A Number of White Male Philosophers Attempt A Rescue Mission On The East Bank of the River Styx
I am drowning in Edward W. Soja.
“Stop struggling,” he says.
Foucault is trying to fish me out with a billhook, which is going about as well as could be expected. He’s smoking a cigarette. Occasionally he laughs. I’m not sure what’s so funny, and neither is Allen Ginsberg, who is here too, with bronze towers in his eyes.
“I tried wearing glasses but the towers began growing from my chest instead,” says Ginsberg. Ginsberg is doing a much better job of staying afloat than I am. I cough up a lungful of Soja and try to grab the billhook. Foucault laughs.
Sometime around 5, Marx comes along and shouts at Foucault for a bit. “You’ve gotten it all wrong,” he shouts. Ginsberg helps me clamber out of Soja, and offers me dandelion tea. The dandelion tea is laced with speed, but it doesn’t do anything very much. Conversely, it may have been doing a lot, but backwards. Marx stops yelling and goes away after Foucault prods him with the billhook. Foucault laughs.
Later the same night, Soja helps himself clamber out of Soja, and raw like a zested lemon he stands on the bank.
“I don’t believe in anything any more,” he says, dripping geography. The geography is laced with the spirit of Baudrillard.
“It’ll help if you find a map,” says Baudrillard. Soja holds up his skin.
“No, it won’t,” he says.
The next morning, Foucault is gone, but has left a note.
“I was trying to make a joke about bell hooks but none of you were paying attention,” reads the note, in French. Baudrillard burns it on a pyre above the river.
I wrote a thing which is perhaps the stupidest thing anyone has ever written.
Words to keep inside your pocket:
- Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.
- Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful.
- Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound.
- Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling.
- Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like.
- Aubade - a song greeting the dawn.
- Ephemeral - lasting a very short time.
- Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal.
- Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in sound.
- Billet-doux - a love letter.
- Redamancy - act of loving in return.