(Edvard Munch - "Evening on Karl Johan Street", lest we forget the substantial, existential angst of the modernists. This painting fucks me up every time I look at it)
What can one say about postmodernism? It seems an unfortunate progression from Nietzsche and his deity-denying antics to this new position. At the beginning of the 20th century our German friend was happy to declare us all free from "God", "Truth", and all abstract concepts beginning with capital letters. It was a liberation from the falsity of the old systems, and deserved celebrating.
For me, there is nothing to celebrate in postmodernism. It does not reveal the falsity of an old situation of being to replace it with newer, better, more genuine system of thought. It pulls aside the curtain to reveal a fragmented, incomprehensible media-master of a Wizard of Oz, in whom there is no truth and from whom there is no escape. If Archimedes had thought up post-modernism in the bathtub, he would not have shouted "eureka!", he would have slit his wrists.
lol, Aidan you are hilarious. I enjoy your blog.
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