This kind of sums up my life at the moment (actually, for the year). But let’s substitute “Foucault” for “Kenneth Burke”. Alas, he is an American theorist, not a French dude. Still, love it.
Some days I wonder why I just didn’t read Foucault for my paper. And then other days, my brain thanks me. And thanks me even more for not reading Derrida. Because I am zombified after Derrida. Burke’s pretty straight forward for a theorist. And I like him for that.
More thesis updates: the paper has been titled. My final draft is due Friday. It will be excellent.
It’s all coming together! My supervisor gave me the deadline of “as soon as possible” (meaning Tuesday at the absolute absolute latest) to pass in my draft of the paper.
So that’s good news for me. I’m spending this weekend typing away, finishing and finessing the document. There’s a continual theme of “I have too many ideas for a 40 page paper and presentation, I might as well write a book” running through our discussions. So who knows. Maybe a book will come from all of this.
It’s appropriate that I’m spending what would have been Patrick McGoohan’s birthday writing a paper about his show…I may have to watch “Many Happy Returns” this evening, if I need a break.
Though sometimes I feel like this is a Village of its own, an inescapable place where the end is always *just* in sight.
Though, unlike Number Six, this Village is one that I will be leaving. April 28th…