Sonnet for Gilles Deleuze

Being is constant creativity,
Or so old Gilles Deleuze has made us think,
But reading him my mind caves inwardly,
My being draining outwards down the sink.
These post-structuralists, they all like to speak
And multiply their words like plural truths,
But at day’s end, we all of us must eke
A living out, for which they are no use.
I’d love to live – don’t get me wrong – like them
And break down structures like a fallen tree,
Attack the garment, rip apart the hem
And make my own truth rhizomatically,
But sad to say, dear Gilles, you make my head
Feel like I think it must feel to be dead.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

3 thoughts on “Sonnet for Gilles Deleuze

  1. This poem made me laugh. I think I might have been laughing more, however, had I known who Gilles Deleuze was, apart from your poem. Suggestions?

    1. Thanks! Glad it made you laugh. Deleuze was a French post-structuralist philosopher who wrote a lot on art and creativity. I’m having to read him for my Masters. He has moments of inspiring clarity, but is mostly impossible to understand!

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