If one calls bricolage the necessity of borrowing one's concept from the text of a heritage which is more or less coherent or ruined, it must be said that every discourse is bricoleur.
—Jacques Derrida
These days I'm more
than just an itinerant
trader of the insect
which cries, announcing
my wares by reciting
Chinese poems as
dawn comes into
the sky. Now I'm in
the thick of things,
am building the first
seaside golf course
in Vietnam. I've seen
Kobe, seen the Mitch
Richmonds of the
league, played against
Jordan. My surfboards
are stacked along the
walls like so many
tabulae rasae. Not to
deride Derrida, but the
envenomations of the
Stone fish will turn
any kitchen into a post-
structuralist paradise.
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