A Probably-Unoriginal Bare-Bones Post-Postmodernist Manifesto

If modernism broke everything apart, postmodernism confirmed that we can’t put it back together. 

So where are we now? All we can do is try to make meaningful art in a world we’ve already declared meaningless. 

Note, I said we’ve declared the world meaningless, not found it to be meaningless. The meaning might still be there — but then, it might not be. Our job as post-postmodernist artists is to poke around just in case it exists.

And it’s exasperating, of course, looking for something that might be nonexistent — but it’s the lot we’ve been given. 

How and where to search? That’s the question every artist today must answer for themselves.

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The Dialectic of Doubt

I recently had an essay published in Literary Traveler about existential doubt assuaged by a belief in literature as a life-affirming mythology.

The response has been positive, and I think I know why: The mental-emotional process I described is familiar to many readers. 

The cycle I outlined in the piece looks something like this: 

-An aching or vacuous sense that life is meaningless…

-Followed by a thrilling realization — “Wait, I find this thing (in my case it was literature) meaningful, so life must not be meaningless after all!”

After the piece was up on the site, like any vain writer, I re-read it in its polished, published form. I wasn’t surprised to find myself doubting my own conclusion. Literature might be a worthy activity, but there’s nothing ultimately meaningful about it. It doesn’t explain everything like many religions claim to do. It doesn’t satisfy that questioning: why, why, why? 

So, I thought, “If literature hasn’t actually supplied my life with meaning, then life IS meaningless…Except that it’s not — because I have my wife! And love! How can life be meaningless with love?!

“But then love is nothing but a biological function, something that keeps us living in units capable of survival. So, life is meaningless. But still, love is pretty sweet.”

Looking at these mental convulsions from afar, it’s impossible not to notice a cycle — or a dialectic of doubt. 

-Thesis: Despair.

-Antithesis: Hope that meaning resides here or there. 

Synthesis: An acceptance that life is ultimately meaningless, but that it’s full of all sorts of small delights in which we can construct provisional meaning. 

And, in a post-religious mind, this might be about as good as it gets — and that’s alright. Any thinking person is bound to doubt. Sisyphus can’t be smiling all the time, but maybe he can manage a laugh now and then. As long as he’s able to push beyond despair, as long as he can reach that next moment of provisional meaning, he’ll find joy — and hopefully that joy comes often enough to save him.  

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Another Reason to Travel: Combating Geographic Exceptionalism

There’s no lack of adages about why travel is good for you. “It helps broaden your horizons.” “You learn about other cultures.” “You grow as a person.”

Well, I’d like to add another:

Traveling eradicates notions of your own town’s/region’s/country’s exceptionalism. 

And I mean “exceptionalism” in a neutral sense. We’re liable to think our place in the world is especially good, and we’re also liable to consider it especially bad. When we travel, we learn that it’s neither. 

There are assholes everywhere. It’s not just a Massachusetts thing.

Pluckiness and determination are as common outside the U.S. as they are within it.

This isn’t to say places have no unique characteristics. Of course they do. And of course places have certain strengths and weaknesses. Some tendencies are more prominent in one country and less prominent in another. Just check out this fascinating work to learn more. 

But what travel shows us is that very few traits are truly unique to a single place. When you get out there and see the world, you learn that humanity’s foibles and nobility are remarkably universal.

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