Sunday, February 11, 2024

Derida, Chomsky and Foucault at the Superbowl

 



We are in the Allegiant stadium in LasVegas for the Superbowl LVIII


Kansas City Chiefs and San Francisco 49ers are on the field. It's after the national anthem sung by Reba McEntire, and Brock Purday, the Captain and quarterback, is about to call the toss.

The three philosophers are sitting in the Premium Lounge on the side of the Chiefs.


M. Foucault: Sorry guys, but this brings back great memories of when I did LSD in the desert. The Super Bowl in Las Vegas, what a trip!

N. Chompsky: Michel, we know you're a sucker for institutions. What difference is there between the power of a prison and the Super Bowl?

J. Derida: Both of you need a little "diffĂ©rence".  Put off that immediate Super Bowl blasting experience. Just because millions are watching, cheerleaders are high-kicking, and Tay-Tay is in the stands -back from her Japan concert- please gentlemen, keep your mental faculties.

N. Chompsky: Jacques, you're so anti-French I could kiss you. Everything is "post" with you: post-structuralist, postcultural, postscience. What the fuck, Jacques, "postfuckingfootball"? We are here now and the game is about to start!

M. Foucault: You may be right Noel, but take a look from an archeological perspective: the nobel Aztecs played  a pole climbing event that included greasing the pole to make it more difficult. The losing team was either sacrifices or imprisoned. Now that's excitement. *




N. Chompsky: Indeed, you are a fan of prison and the vector of power they represent

M. Foucault : -and the power of the word!

N. Chompsky: and the power of the word. But listen to Jacques: are we not imprisoned by cheerleaders, advertising, adversarial hype, and Tay Tay?

J. Derida: Hey guys, did you see? Purdy won the toss. San Francisco is kicking off.

M. Foucault: Jacques, where did u put the LSD?


*In the 60s Foucault published "Les Mots et les Choses", which explored how football banter through history, was the basis of truth in scientific discourse.


Sunday, February 4, 2024

The Graduate

 It is that interminable desire to ascend

Always hoping it's around the bend

Graduating, "Please graduate" cries

The falcon as it descends


And yet

The story goes

Bernard didn't graduate and

Was the better man for it

Whether taken by sadness or buffoonery


This Bernard Hermitte didn't complain  about

Not monikering new names for its trove of new ideas 


This Graduate graduated from a natural shell by

Sheltering in the broken socket of a light bulb!


Despite itself it  has a earned a justifiable diploma of biodiversity

Through a sustainable climate adaptation scheme

And has been awarded

By a mindful institution of mindfulness

A Graduate Diploma


On the Big day Bernard didn't show

Up for the Ceremony, 

Academics awaited to applaud its  genius

That between us may be linked to its reproductive 

Genus


Ascending or descending meant little 

Or nothing and

Bernard didn't feel the alienation of a Hermit

Retrofitting  in a broken light bulb was fine and comfy

He joked to himself

What if uncanny Pierrot

Got the Diploma?




                                           


                                                    Salvador Dali "L'amour de Pierrot"