Here’s some haikus that I tweeted yesterday that sort of summed up how I was feeling as I commuted down and back to Exeter and went about a day’s work… The earliest tweet/haiku is the furthest down, the last is the one at the top. Make of them what you will.
A sea of screens and headphones,
Syllables take flight.
Stale coffee, tired seats,
The clocks go back soon.
Head cloudy as Devon sky,
Term flows like tweets.
(A) subject to change,
Tired of worrying.
Autumn sun, cold air,
At school, Will wore shorts all year,
Students wear thick coats.
Devon morning frost,
Train bisects freshly ploughed fields,
Low sun on full beam.
I would like to note, as a good friend (better read than I) argued:
“All masterful authority is an imposition/imposture (Badiou on Rancière); every claim to verification of the Real is imposture (Baudrillard). So, yeah, in our social and scientific lives we are all habitual imposters! Whether or not we accept or admit it is another matter.”