{"id":744,"date":"2012-05-10T14:33:18","date_gmt":"2012-05-10T12:33:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=744"},"modified":"2012-11-04T11:22:52","modified_gmt":"2012-11-04T10:22:52","slug":"the-postmodern-blues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=744","title":{"rendered":"The Postmodern Blues"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"rh\u0131zom\u0131ng<\/a>The student with whom I am consulting rolls her eyes at the ceiling again. She has spent most of the meeting glaring down at her sandals, which are decorated with bedazzled geckos. I am attempting to assist her in outlining an essay on the Common Agriculture Policy, a subject which is as interesting and sexy as autopsying a basketball.<\/p>\n

The look of abject boredom she wears is ameliorated by her unwillingness to assist me in assisting her. Moreover, she has answered her phone twice and sent two text messages in the thirty minutes we have been trapped in my office together. Otherwise, her appreciation flows over like a chemistry experiment gone awry.<\/p>\n

Her phone beeps again. She takes it off the desk and, without explanation or apology, reads her text message. Then begins typing.<\/p>\n

A response is finally in order.<\/p>\n

I remove a carrot out of my snack stash behind the computer and begin singing into it as though it were a microphone. I am not looking at her, but from my periphery see her eyes roll slowly away from her phone to me. Clearly a genius of innuendo and body language, she puts her phone down. However, one doesn\u2019t just end<\/em> the Star Spangled Banner and I\u2019m only at the twilight\u2019s last gleaming.<\/p>\n

I finish with a grand (standing) finale and sit down.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you OK,\u201d she asks.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m great.\u201d I begin eating my microphone.<\/p>\n

Normally, I would point out that she asked me for help, or that I am helping her in my free time, which could be spent reading The Oatmeal in my underwear, writing in my underwear or at a pub (underwear debatable). I would probably ask her if she thought her attitude and actions were polite, considering someone was going out of their way to help her. I might even suggest several hiding places right on her own body for her phone or that she have inappropriate relations with her mother, a duck or herself.<\/p>\n

But I have been studying for the state exams and this week my topic is postmodern literature.<\/p>\n

In very basic terms, Postmodernism started during\/after World War II and is an artistic reaction to, among other things, the war and the Holocaust. Its representative writers include Kurt Vonnegut, Joseph Heller, Paul Auster, Samuel Becket and Don DeLillo.<\/p>\n

It is characterized by themes such as temporal and language disorder, black humor, schizophrenia, paranoia, fragmentation, faction (blurring the line between fact and fiction), reader participation and lack of logic.<\/p>\n

I have been reacting to the world around me accordingly since this topic of study. In the last week, I have asked a person to meet me three hours before I asked them (temporal disorder) and told my mom that I loved her but that the jury was out on the rest of the gang in my head (Schizophrenia). I became convinced that the waitress at my local pub wanted me to raise her children so that she could join a Russian motorcycle gang. And I was certain that Anton Chekov was directly referring to me (paranoia).<\/p>\n

I have covered most of the postmodern ballpark.<\/p>\n

As the student now asks questions about an outline she didn\u2019t give a rat\u2019s colon about until thirty seconds ago, I realize that my carrot singing affair has covered \u2018lack of logic.\u2019<\/p>\n

In any case, as she meanders on about her outline I cement lack of logic by taking a spoon out of my pocket and throwing out of my window.<\/p>\n

When she leaves I remove another carrot from my stash, begin writing this blog and sing a few bars of My Way in a perfect impersonation of Frank Sinatra. I even find a fedora in the closet (faction).<\/p>\n

Would you, reader, tell me some unusual ways in which you deal with adversity around you? (Reader participation)<\/p>\n

We can\u2019t be stopped, even by the secret society of squirrel lovers! (Schizophrenia again mixed with paranoia).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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