Sunday, October 21, 2007
This weekend I found myself listening to the Police while working to finish up a section of my dissertation proposal that attempts to put Jacques Derrida into a productive dialogue with Pierre Bourdieu -- something that the two had difficulty accomplishing in life. In the midst of this task, I was more than a bit horrified to discover that I was quietly singing to myself:
That's all I want to say to you.
They're meaningless and all that's true.
In case you need to wash out the bitter aftertaste of these butchered lyrics, you can enjoy the original here.