Briefly

Cheers to henriksdal for taking me to Ikea and back.
Cheers to guyinahat for helping me put together the bed.
Cheers to is_not_well for helping put together the chest of drawers, and support through the stress of the last few days.

Now: Bed.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I coo for Haiku

I've ended up writing a couple of haikus in different places recently. In one post ozarque asked for haiku about linguistics. I particularly like 2,3 and 6 (and will admit to a certain guilty pleasure in 4).

The map is not the
territory. Nor does the
menu taste like food.

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Dictionary fun.
I trace meanings to their source.
Infinite Regress.

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My speech is impure
Words plundered from everywhere
This gives it power

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Someone says "Linguist".
My inner twelve-year-old asks
"But are they cunning?"

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Precision's an end
Generality another
You can pull both ways

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Verbing is, like, so
last week our verbal patterns
were drawn in the sand

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And a while back, hirez was talking about poststructuralism when easterbunny asked for an explanation of the difference between structuralism and poststructuralism in the form of a haiku. And how can one resist a challenge like that?

No space for authors
now, in this, our winter of
Infinite Regress

alternatively:

Modernism falls
like the outdated leaves of
discarded meaning