If I had a microphone for vocals, I might try my hand at recording a tongue-in-cheek song I wrote with Mike (and others?) in grad school. You’ll just have to make do with the lyrics:

Deconstruction
Deconstruction,
When will you be satisfied?
Deconstruction,
You’re never satisfied.
You never listen to a word I say.
You only want to deconstruct me.
But I’m not a text.
Deconstruction,
Your means have no ends.
Deconstruction,
You got more enemies than friends.
You never listen to a word I say.
You only want to deconstruct me.
But I’m not a text.
Gonna find me another theory.
One not used by every other slob.
Mostly I need somethin’ that will
Get me a job (preferably tenure track)
[Repeat first verse]

We also wrote a song about Lacan called ahem “Just Like the Penis My Mom Never Had,” but now’s not the time for that little ditty.

“Will Power: Why Shakespeare Remains the Necessary Poet,” by Adam Gopnik in the New Yorker.