RETHINKING FOUCAULT
Just as a verse comes from verses,
a song comes from songs...
Text comes from texts,
Everything comes from the whole,
nothing is just an extract
of what already exists and has...
Everything is in place... and just copy and paste...
Of course, transforming, assembling
the story to taste...
But the new fact doesn't exist
nothing exists new...
But there is knowledge,
the innate talent!
Archimedes, renowned scientist
exclaimed his Eureka!
upon finding the "solution"
to a complex proof,
in a general field or mathematics...
Later, in a less long-lived stage,
well before the calends
Shakespeare, the theatrical wizard,
confirmed this missing piece for us!
A non-blatant copy of the plagiarism
perpetrated disguised by
his abysmal talent...
Nothing is created, everything is copied
nothing new and so new
the genuine is old, ancient
everything comes from the one!
... ALEA JACTA EST
ready! AND DONE "
Summer`s freshing, at all, not summerly...
Summer`s drops falling on the ground...
Maybe, nature sent fall right after spring-
Or you, summer, forgot about?
And a needle-ray will not scorch a land,
Playing hide-n-seek with an eyes...
It looks from above, spreading light but then-
Veiled again by the fury clouds...
A wind tears the soul out from the breast,
Tests an umbrella`s toughness...
What`s upsetting most – that you can not stop-
Cause, it`s not in your competence...
All that you are able – defend yourself,
Even more – you`ve a total right.
But already`s no faith to the calends-
Cause it`s not for the real life.