ode to a deconstructionist

Mattis Fishman (mattis@argos.argoscomp.com)
Wed, 08 Jul 1998 09:57:04 -0400 (EDT)

Ode to a Deconstructionist


My letters as they leave the pen accuse
Me of not meaning what they say, instead
They wander in a way I cannot choose
And suit themselves inside the reader's head.

But I defy them truly to refute
That I am their creator, whose right hand
Arranged them with a kind of senseless wit
That needs no zen master to understand.

And you critical thinkers who insist
That meaning is not measured by intent
Should read my words again as love letters
And cry to think that they're no longer meant.


all the best,
Mattis