Where You Go When You Want to Think

This site has excerpts of my novel-in-progress, Hot Love on the Wing, as well as thoughts on post postmodernism, avant garde art, literature, music, and the community of artists in Bushwick and New York.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Postmodernism Between The Ancients

Scene: Heraclitus and his wife in a supermarket deciding on tomorrow's dinner. 

He: Plotting is living. It is the driving force behind human consciousness, the advancement of the individual, the state, the world. How can we bear death without organizing life's events? 

She: What is a life only of events? 

He: Without a plan, empty chaos, undeserving of death's culmination.

She: Meanwhile, time flows and your plots are oars in the river. Friendship, love, enmity, it all drifts away from you before you see it. 

He: The plots help us for when the time comes to square up against fate. 

She: If you let it carry you, you could see more landscape. 

He: We would get lost. When we fail, the challenge of structure is satisfying in itself.

She: You said it, we fail. What's the point of planning for failure? 

He: Failure is certain. Life is uncertain. What's the point at all?

She: That's exactly it. None. 

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