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"Il n'y a pas de hors-texte"
by Jason WardellThe unending variance:
white X--youthful zest--
and black canvas.
Divine eloquence, forming genesis.
Hail, imaginative jubilance!--
killing legislation, murdering nations,
or proposing questions.
Resounding silence--
the unending violence. 10/26/2006 Author's Note: Part 1/4. Written under the influence of a boring lit class, the Derrida quote I used as the title, and this poem. Emdashes are addictive.
Posted on 10/26/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/28/06 at 04:39 PM Nice abecedarian! Very solid. I've never been able to pull those off. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/31/06 at 09:21 PM Well, that's one place to write a poem. Derrida's deconstructive theory drove me crazy when I had my lit theory class. Long as you were sitting in the back of the class, writing poems works well. ;-)
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 09/10/07 at 01:08 AM I want parts 2/4, 3/4 and 4/4...I'm greedy that way. |
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