Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Don't speak to me of Derrida!

Please don’t speak to me of Derrida
I don’t understand him
I can’t deconstruct my life
After our journey across
The mute Indian Ocean.

Yes, deconstruction is an essential
As a part of my life being potential
By shedding the language of my past
Building a new place without a past:
Looking for a Sense of Place fast.

I have no status in my new place
Unlike your position in Civil Service
Other than being the Other in my service.

I see my binary oppositions
Of my First and Third World combinations
Down Under!

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