Urban Dictionary defines “mental constipation” as the “inability to articulate one’s thoughts or ideas.” As the result of an evening in the company of Jacques Derrida, I would like to introduce the concept of “reverse mental constipation.” This occurs when one is attempting to absorb knowledge from a very dense text. One pushes and strains and makes grotesque faces, and yet after long periods of intense and exhausting effort only a few pathetic nuggets of knowledge have passed in to the mind. (This in, of course, is what makes it reverse constipation. Conventional constipation is naturally engaged in the effort to pass said pathetic nuggets out…as it were. The direction of this passage is irrelevant, however, in light of the striking similarity between the frustration and discomfort of such fruitless effort.)
What is needed here is some form of reverse mental prune juice–a quick fix to ease and expedite the process of knowledge intrusion (a word here defined not as “a hostile entrance” but rather by its difference–or differance?– from extrusion). Or, to shift the metaphor from excretion to digestion, Derrida and Co. ought to have imbued their texts with ample quantities of easily digestible mind-fiber to make the processing of their ideas a little easier on the mind. As it is, digesting Derrida is like digesting a super-sized bucket of deep-fried spicy chicken wings with a side of curly fries: tough on the innards.
In this case, it seems that gastrointestinal processing and knowledge processing are similar but opposite proceedings: food goes in easy and comes out hard, knowledge goes in hard and comes out shockingly easy, and both wreak havoc in between. And that, folks, is your crass scatological/academic metaphor of the day.