stuck

Having slogged over Heidegger's 'Origin of the Work of Art' I am feeling that this pregnany has come to it's final term and the birth is overdue. I sit awaiting confirmation of an essay title and until confirmation arrives I am unable to fully excrete this excess of Heidegger that is littering my house. All other pathways are blocked until this one is finished with, and, while I grind my teeth in anticipation of this verbal explosion, Deleuze and Guattari's 'What is Philosophy?' twinkles on my bookshelf, luring me ever inwards but I have to resist!! Until such times as I can fully relieve myself of Heidegger, this shall be the extent of any pseudo-intelligent blogging:

Ode to Deleuze and Guattari

Guattari and Deleuze,
I want to read you.
But I have to read Heidegger,
What an aule fucker.

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