jueves, 24 de febrero de 2011

Mind-fuck and naïve lyricism.

I have an image of perplexity
in my desktop,
a Penrose staircase.
Heidegger and Baudrillard
are kicking my ass.
Da-sein and Hyperreality
are volatile concepts.
Ideas way beyond my grasp.
Pero soy cojonú:
I'm gonna read
the whole fucking book!
Spilled, wasted words.
But, what else there is?
We are language
that wants to read itself...