Ode to a Postmodern Child

Critics good and critics bad, critics bright and critics dim, critics modern and critics post— traffic in articulation, profess to be our salvation. He-s and she-s just like me, perhaps, with great responsibilities. For with their words, which are many, they mold and shape our thoughts, though few, mindless folk without a clue. De-centered, De-constructed,Continue reading “Ode to a Postmodern Child”