No I don't think it should be deleted - but I think it is poor taste (not IN poor taste).... "In modernism Frank Stella said "what you see is what you get..." In Postmodernism, "What you say is what you get..."

Apparently this is the point about Pomo, that its' entirely poor taste aspect is "in Vogue" particularly where vagary is the object. Absurdity is. And it is this absurdity which creates that odd state of pastiche. We are, apparently powerless to do anything about it but observe, like [a] painting I saw..., of men looking at cows looking at men looking at cows looking at men, etc. I think of it as another kind of surrealism - one that is for the psycho-senses, not just for the eyes.

Postmodernism comes in many forms, in many guises, and is rather, in my opinion a state of mind. Anyone entering into a dialogue about pomo is already a fool, perhaps, and will ultimately, at any rate, be fooled. Humor, be it sardonic or dark, or slightly colored, is also an element of it.

I think you should continue on with it and see where it goes. After all, if you don't like it, eventually you can delete it and put up a sign, that the postmodern experiment is dead - long live whatever... right?

Pomo is reductive. Esssentially the lowest common demoninator definition is that POMO is "the enshrinement of doubt". Oddly, in a positive context, certain elements extant in POMO share a dubious distinction with some of the Zen koans. No doubt, Postmodernism has it's own epistemology (theory of knowledge). Any external epistemological approach in dealing with POMO pales (fails) in comparison with it's own inert "values". I prefer to think of POMO as a state of mind, or an odd existential "keyboard" with an "escape" key, lest we, like previous art historical "captives" mutter the words "DA-DA" unceasingly (ad nauseum [soc et tuem]). I'm a POMO purist, I guess, and somewhat view the whole thing as yet another (one other) color on an intellectual pallet of art aphorisms (memorabilia [similar to decalcomania]). Not eschewing the philosophical ramifications and pertinences of POMO-ism, I prefer to delve into the art-significant (ie art historical [hysterical]) asignificant aspects (inclusive of all neologisms). My favorite POMO-ism is the pastiche. Elusive but never petulant, bold and satisfyingly musky, it lingers like a well blown fart...