Greatest Postmodern Soap Opera: 'Hackney
A recent TV programme
has finally cornered the crowded market of
postmodern London soap operas. Millions of
viewers are tuning in every week; and yet, nobody
seems to have the slightest idea 'wass goin' on?'
in this rather bizarre and challenging television
I haven't added any
character names. It's more confusing this way!
Ey! Shut it, you plum! Dont
you blumming understand that bourgeois
logocentrism may be all very well for our Jean-Jacques,
but pity the same cant be said for you, ey?
I mean, you literally dont know NUFFINK
about our groundbreakingly innovative
poststructural semiotic collaboration! Nah! Tell
ya something for nuffink, mate
dont know NUFFINK!
Eh, wass goin on?
Oi, shut it! Aint
NUFFINK going on, Michel
I mean, its
just blumming semantics, innit!
Well, let ME blahddy
well tell YOU something for nuffink, mate!
Thats well out of post-Derridean meta-order,
Oh, is it? Well you can
just shut it and blahhddy well go back to your
poncey old Jean Baudrillard, you can!
Derrideans these days, I blumming tells ya
Sorry man, that was well
out of non-order, I mean, its just, I just
kind of woke this morning and felt a bit
logocentric, ya know ow it is. I didnt
mean to say nuffink, I swear!
I mean, end o
the day, ya cant say it all at once, can ya!
Oi! Whatchoo doin? Get your
bloody semes off my usband! Ill
semiotically cloture your gob before you know
whats coming to ya!
Hm. Another grand narrative,
eh? You bloody unreconstructed pre-Saussurean
any better from the likes o you
positivist, mainstream-Newtonian tosser!
Oi! You take that back!
And then let me take it back! I mean, at the end of
the day, its all dialectical, innit!
No it aint
it is as well, innit!
Hm. Es cruising
for a bruisin e is.
Yeah e is, just
is nature. Just cant elp imself,
Never changes. Its
bahrstard! NATURE?! Did
did you just make
an ESSENTIALIST COMMENT?!
No, no, listen, er, er, I
swear, Theodor-Hannah, it were just rhetoric. I
mean, I dint say it were actually
true, did ah?
this street is going down the bogs. Seriously,
down the bogs?!
YOU SHAMELESS TELEOLOGICAL HUSSY! JUST YOU WAIT
TIL I GET YOU OME!
Sorry, mate. You cant.
Aint no such thing as ome. We are
forever rootless, decentred nomadic subjects in
an aching, bleeding, and irredeemably
syntactically rent, semantically dechained,
libidinally disenchanted, non-monadic anti-Kosmos,
Ere, e dont
arf go on, do e?
Hm. Sod it. Lets go
n get some blumming chips, Felix.
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