Words Without Direction..

I sometimes wonder if she is a product of post-modernism. She reminds me of an Ottoman ruler in her absolutism, or of Damien's punisher, against whom he attempted regicide, in Foucault's "Discipline and Punish". If she attacks me, I'll just wish her beautiful insanity...hmm..I wonder if madmen are the true bohemians. Are the secrets of the universe hidden away in the human mind? I like madmen. Someday I'll write an ode to them. Nietzsche and Nijinsky...my two favourites in history..were both deemed insane..and Nijinsky was locked away as one. Vasilev Nijinsky..the choreographer madman..and a beautiful one at that. Someday, I'll do the pioneers of the avant garde justice.
What is critical theory? Academic intellectualism is both fascinating and boorish. I want to write a geeky student-cafe song. I hate the orders of the academic establishment..I hate exams..and yet I loved being a student. Heck, I'll be a student for a few more years. Where do studenthood and madness meet? Do they?