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[felis_ultharus]

So, I'm wading through more PoMo stuff in preparation for my presentation. This one article from Canadian Poetry is about how Susanna Moodie's giddy desriptions of the beauties of nature are a way of establishing a dominative power relationship between her and the landscape.

I've also learned from the author of the article, Susan Johnston, that wealth and security are a prerequisite for appreciating the beauties of nature. Finding things in nature beautiful is apparently a province of the rich, and therefore bourgeois. In case we doubt the obviousness of this point, she makes sure to quote Immanuel Kant.

Not for the first time reading a postmodernist, I wonder if this woman still lives in her parents' basement, and yells "You're not the boss of me" whenever they ask her if she could please take out the trash.

I also wonder why I didn't go in for something more spiritually enriching and intellectually satisfying than English Lit, like digging septic tanks.

On a very different note, Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it.

Comments

[man-dragora.livejournal.com]

I love the term PoMo. It's so short and hilarious. Sounds like a haircut (maybe because all I can think is FauxMo.
HEHEHE

[felis-ultharus.livejournal.com]

I like to use it because it shortens it into a nice, manageable term that sounds vaguely ridiculous.

It sounds to me like some kind of poodle.