Modern culture deconstructs itself,
jettisons the meta-narrative, finds
no truth but power, no power but
theory. There is only text, superceding
the author's intent. There is no absolute
author, only perspectival framings on a
malleable, transient text. There is only text.

There is no self, only the postmodern critic
deconstructing the world. There is no world,
only relativity in culture. There is no culture,
only postmodernist theories, open to
no truth, for truth is power. And power wills
only power -- a dynamite of meta-energy,
triggered to explode..

The individual remains lost in the cosmos
of theory and text. There is no individual,
only clashing wills-to-power. There is no
power, only theories and deconstruction.
Meaning is meaningless, a maze of repressed
attitudes toward a hostile world. There is no
world, only fragments of deconstruction,
fragments of authorial intent, fragments
of theory, of texts, of power and will.

There is no will, only interpretation.
There is no interpretation. Only power
and theories and text. Modern culture
deconstructs itself. The postmodern
critic sits satisfied, ready
to deconstruct himself.