Long ago, Language was imprisoned by her
stepmother, a witch in a land called Structuralism. This witch was wicked and afraid of what Language would do if allowed to roam freely. She kept Language in a dark and unheated room in the basement. One day some little children distracted the witch with langue, parole and signifiers and Language was able to escape. She had many dispiriting adventures in the lands of Discourse, Critique and the Theater of Cruelty, however, with the help of many wonderful thinkers, makers and shakers, Language finally arrived at the gates of the kingdom of Poetry. Before being allowed to enter Language was required to submit to tests of skill and endurance, which because of her experience she was able to pass. With appropriate ceremony she was admitted to the rarefied halls of Poetry and I believe she lived fairly happily ever after

AlisonHildreth 2003