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The Postmodernist Exhibition

Last night's storm has left its artwork on the beach, a postmodernist exhibition of brown seaweed strewn in clumps like hair on a barbershop floor, broken seashells and a fallen rainbow of plastics strung out along the shore where now an exhausted sea licks the leftovers of a meal. Chaos has been distilled down to washed up artifacts and red bottle caps, drinking straws and spoons buried deep inside a ball of yellow twine. I cannot make much sense of what is on display or glean from this haphazard art a hint of meaning other than in its making. All seems uncoupled, specimens torn from lonely souls, bits and pieces coughed up out of the exhaust of a huge machine whose pistons pump and drive a spinning wheel that has no purpose. I pick up a plastic sandal and wonder whose foot it once belonged to, then put it back and walk home alone.

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Date: 9/12/2024 4:03:00 AM
Hello Paul, so well expressed and I love the imaginative play on all that a sea can bring to a beach. But there is so many aspects as it relates to life. Randomness, lack of coherence, disconnection, isolation, meaninglessness, purposeless of a post modern word. Well Inked! - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
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Paul Willason
Date: 9/13/2024 4:55:00 PM
Great comments Daniel...all these play out in the poem. The dangers of postmodernism are obvious...it all comes back to the individual and the solitary nature of the experience. Meaning only is in the mind of the beholder. For me, I prefer the possibility of transcendence, the glint of something beyond self. Take care my friend...value your comments.

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