roses are tree-root assemblages that appear red in the last instance

Roses are tree-roots
Violets are too
But lines of becoming
Are becoming on you.

Happy Deleuzian Valentine’s Day!

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This rose/violent centrism
Is wrong from the start;
There’s a diverse economy
In the ways of my heart.

Happy Gibson-Grahamian Valentine’s Day!

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To say “roses are red”
Is to stop differánce;
Yet my One needs an Other:
A You to románce.

Happy Derridean Valentine’s Day!

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All these flowers and sugar
Obscure capital’s function;
Come, love, let’s go wrest back
The means of production.

Happy Marxist Valentine’s Day!

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There may be consent
For the red rose tradition
But with you, love, I much prefer
Wars of position.

Happy Gramscian Valentine’s Day!

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My dear bearer of structure,
Overdetermined dove,
May this red rose bear witness
To our teeth-grating love.

Happy Althusserian Valentine’s Day!

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There are Valentine’s tropes
In the discourse of flowers
But our love’s truth-effects
Have non-discursive powers.

Happy Foucaultian Valentine’s Day!