We’re a pirate department. On the high seas of philosophy. Don’t lie!! It’s an untruth! What delusion!.
We’re a disaster department. We’re a scuttled department. We’re not even a department. A unit! That’s what they call us: a unit!
And we’re a sinking unit. We can’t recruit. We’re being kept open as an indulgence. As a joke. Their joke – the university’s joke. We’re adrift! At sea!
We should be shot like mad dogs. Of course. Imprisoned! And we should be allowed to hang ourselves in prison. For our own dignity. To uphold it somehow …
Because there’s some last dignity we all have. Any of us. A dignity that isn’t even ours …
Work in Progress 