Crucially
three things have become the way I the last 25 years, namely binge
drinking, white plastic garden furniture (containing the empty livers of
dead souls) and blurbs.
These
latter came into being with the express purpose of shielding the dumb
from enquiring minds and to said end to make use of post-structuralist,
post-industrial, post-feminist, post-analytic, post-Marxist theories, as
a kind of intellectual climbing frame.
I
would say though that it’s still just a rocks off thing and a time
thing that’s why there’s a when in the title not forgetting the
signifiers always over-determined hence some reference to a song by Led
Zep implying spiritual homelessness as well as also some kind of
emotional pent-upness and its aftermath and general sense of obscurity
and fluidity and a knowing critique of phallic polycentrism.
