for the academic factoried

Also, can anyone give Joaquin Bueno their thoughts on: the discursive belligerence of universalising texts and their pretensions of extrinsic referentiality, and how the intrinsic, infinite truth of the work of art in the classical sense can suggest a riddle-space in which such external truth-processes have no origin and violence is thus abolished? And then, how to fashion a thought from this space of infinite, possible decolonized silence? Please.

Some thoughts from a cold night:

[Why I really wrote the Quixote]

I wrote it again ‘cause it was bad,
a bit too wordy, just a tad too long.
I wanted real giants where there
were simply windmills. I could not
envision such taut sheets stretched,
tossing me so high in the air, nor
such a helmet fashioned upon my head.
I wanted to stay longer in the Sierra
and ditch the trip at the gates
of Barcelona. I wanted my pen to
dwell for seventeen more centuries
of paper with my name on the very
first page. I wanted to sit in silence
with pirates and forget about my
dream of freedom, forever. And I
wish to stay asleep in my study and
never see the light of day until
someone writes me all over again.

-Eduardo Ramos