The Weary Blues Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did… Read More ›
The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the author.
Waiting for Godot burst on the scene, or rather stage, in 1953. Written by Samuel Beckett on the heels of WWII, which finally ended with a literal bang when the atom bomb was unleashed on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, post-modernism and… Read More ›
The most intriguing and dangerous characteristic of postmodernism explored, precisely and to an uncanny degree in Watt, is the idea that truth is not objective as previously believed but subjective. This idea of subjectivity regarding truth, which plays out through the… Read More ›