Douglas, (Clark) takes great pains to attempt
to distance himself (and by implication, others 'like' him)
from something to which he is (by implication) now a publisher of.
A fascinating act of denial, which characterises the current vogue
for lumping everything with which one feels uncomfortable
all together under the moniker 'postmodern', locating everyone
under a certain age (presumably, i can't think how else the 'line'
in the sand in drawn), in that bankrupt frame and then throwing a few
muddy clumps in that general direction.
Oh, sorry - perhaps it's more the idea that anybody who has read
Derrida is somehow tainted by the virus and thereby suspect ever after
unless they renounce and repent their reading abberations. Only the
pure, they who have never ventured in that dark and twisted place,
can claim the high ground of true 'feeling'. Please.
Take a good look at the pURL Douglas. It is set up to see what is offered
and present a range of responses to such 'offerings'. It proposes, rather
than deconstructs, a structure for creative interaction between so-called
creative practice and so called critical theory.
Isn't generalising denial just as 'quite ridiculous' as detailed discourse?
(i suppose at my age i'm a lost cause - hinged between the curious and
the revisionist)
love and love
cris
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