Tuesday, October 03, 2006
I Love You Madly
The postmodern reply to the modern consists of recognizing that the past, since it cannot really be destroyed, because its destruction leads to silence, must be revisited: but with irony, not innocently. I think of the postmodern attitude as that of a man who loves a very cultivated woman and knows he cannot say to her, "I love you madly," because he knows that she knows (and that she knows that he knows) that these words have already been written by Barbara Cartland. Still, there is a solution. He can say, "As Barbara Cartland would put it, I love you madly." (Umberto Eco, Reflections on the Name of the Rose)
Barbara Cartland: eyes like two seagulls that have just smashed into the white cliffs of Dover, someone once said.