the post modernist camp or valley or high plain or whatever you might prefer to call or not call it. Speaking for myself, clarity has never done me much good. It's not like winning the lottery.
It's less a matter of feeling unwell than being unwell. That said, I do so loath concision. And clarity, clarity too, which more often than not only confounds.
One might guess why you fall into — Dan Brown,Mon Feb 06 13:49
The pomo camp thing. I was mentored as an undergrad by Dr. Ihab Hassan. You can Google him, but to save you the trouble, I'll just remark that he was one of the earliest American (he was himself Egyptian)... more
a bad thing, or a wash? Well, if He or She or It is clearly on my side, I might only wish that that entity or energy or force or First Cause or whatever, was a little less clear about it. Half the... more
Oh...My...Gosh! I see that Olds is back at this primary job of wordsmithing! Never fails to quick, quick send me scurrying for my Oxford! Don't stop, Olds; keeps us old folks on out toes!
I reckon, though I feel at this point that I had little say in the matter. I didn't choose it, it chose me. Anyway, being old myself, I suppose you could say, Sharon, that I'm keeping myself on my toes... more