[KDD]

I've stood at the dawn of July's morning,
I've run through amber waves of midwest grain,
I've touched the point where the breakers were forming,
I've slept 'neath a crescent moon on the wane,
In all these things never once did I see,
An aspect granting you the right to deny,
A generation its own poetry,
A child his dream on the Fourth of July.
And I'll stand again at July's morning,
I'll run again 'cross an Ohio plane,
As sure as I see dark thunderheads forming,
It's Noah's new moon, it's going to rain.
The web's the wild ocean, these words my boat,
Postmodernism shall sink, these truths shall float.

[livius]

The web's the wild ocean, these words my boat, Postmodernism shall sink, these truths shall float.

LOL! Very nice.

I do think the worm is turning in all the arts, btw; there's only so much totally meaningless, "transgressive" (i.e., tedious but disgusting) drivel anyone can take. Furthermore, the unfortunate audience is expected to pay for it!

Frankly, I think a lot of publishers are finding a declning number of people willing to pay for this crud.

[baa39]

and you’ve said a mouthful. Amen.