I discovered something about myself today.
I like to read postmodern stuff. But I HATE to write about it. I HATE trying to explain why something is post-modern. It just is, okay?
Ain't no Literature here, folks.
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I think conscientious awareness of what has influenced the artist/architect/writer/etc. is the defining feature of postmodern work of any sort. Test this definition, it holds up.
Yeah, but what if you don't know what has influenced the writer? Hmm. I'm writing about a short story by an author that hasn't had anything else published. Any more tips? Before tomorrow night?
Hm. I don't know if I really agree with you there, Brigham. Maybe this is true, but it's a bit ambiguous. Can you be more specific?
Wellll. If you take into account the quote by Derrida that "there is nothing outside of the text," then Brigham's right.
But now I just sound like an English snob. So I quit. I've already referenced Kierkegaard and Derrida in a 24-hour period. (Such a nerd.)
And at this point, my brain is dead. And I have 3 and 7/8 pages. Good enough.
(By the way, I looked a little more closely at the assignment I've been working on, and it only has to be 4-5 pages. So I'm opting for four.)
Wait, I wasn't clear enough. It's the artist/architect/writer/etc. who is conscientiously aware of his influences and the work expresses this conscientiousness.
What is the story, who is the once-published author?
It's Mary Burke. She's about 30 years old, from Ireland, and teaching at UConn. Man, I wish I could find this story online. It's amazing. The title is Hy-Brasil.
Is it actually about the phantom isle? Like Tir-na-nOg?
Yeah. Sort of. It's called "The Region" and she leaves it very ambiguous. So The Region is what you make it. The only mention of Hy-Brasil is in the title.
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