. . . And, working its long con,
Deconstruction said, The text
always contains within it its
contradictions, its demise.
The text said, What the fuck
you talking about, Jack?
The Deacon of Decon, snorting,
retorted, I am talking about
the labyrinth of language,
in which meaning is always, always,
deferred.
Except when it isn't, said the text.
hans ostrom 2015
