On the banks of the river Tajo
I sat with Alvarez talking about Deleuze
Curious, soft — moments of discovery.
In Queensland heat —
a bar at 11pm after cat empire
reigned with those horns and
that Wurlitzer sound circling around the heavens –
How many of these would talk Deleuze with me?
How many would revel in navigating
the complex intricacies of dialogue and debate?
Which understand intersectional feminism?
Which the nuance of media and cultural analysis?
And which would I disappoint, unschooled as I am
in the subtleties of music theory, art, particle physics?