dennis scharnberg

Post-Modernism:  post-anemia anemia.

Nathaniel Bumppo,  The Final Word.

Humility:  no longer being your own audience.

Nathaniel Bumppo,  The Final Word.

Awake:  presumably no longer unconscious.

Nathaniel Bumppo,  The Final Word.

“Well which eye is it, Andrea?  Which one?  The left?  The right?  Or is it the upper one?”

Chadwick Graves,  Maoist Struggle Session and Other Stories.

One of Marjorie’s hobbies was a lazy one—watching the old Hudson Terraplane rusting in the sun.  Minute by minute.

Agatha Vox,  When Everything Was Singing.

With modernism, the artist crafted an experience for the viewer, often posed as a challenge.  After 40 years of postmodernism, that seems downright quaint.  All the viewer can expect today is some form of oblique discourse by the artist, concerning social behaviors (including art as social behavior).

Hudson Hume,  A New Coat of Paint.

We are scornful of our ancestors because, at a certain level, we realize that they lived and we do not.

Nigel Swoone,  Old Theories of Time.

Challenge:  Find a single redeeming feature of Joe Kennedy.

Winslow Crabb,  A More Satisfactory World.

“Remove all constraints!” sang Dr. Freud.

Corliss Archer,  Boarding the Crazy Train.

“All I can remember is that lazy sneer on her face.  And I kept wondering where the hell that came from.”

Will Bestwyck,  Letters From Mr. Palindrome.