Post-Romantic Yesterday, everything was possible. Today we’re as good as dead. You may not want to hear it, but I have a rather self-destructive Predilection towards defense. Because of this, I will find a Post -Modern way to kindly explain to you that I Can Not Be in A R elationship With You Or Anyone. Afterwards, I will go home an d put on The White Album and when Sexy Sadie comes on I wi ll sigh heavily, Rapunzelish, and think about Relationships and h Ow beautiful they are. This is all, of course, total bullshit. Joan D idion predicted it in 1961; my self-respect is pinned to doubtful a mulets such as being well-groomed, being a person who truly enj oys The White Album, and having the ability to Possess A Room . The ability to Possess A Room is in theory not a doubtful amul et, but in practice, as well as in the context of Teenagers, comes off Garish as if a plot point; a moment where the viewer can see more about my character, The More about my character be ing that I must be one of those girls with long blonde h air cruising down a California highway in a Mustang convert ible, listening to Miss You by the Rolling Stones. Because I orch estrate this it is an extremely doubtful amulet, doubtful to t he extent that it is absurd: mythical behavior. My Post-Romanticism is perhaps a Post-Modern way to ad dress my Pre-Self-Respect. In a painting, a woman sits down to read a poem, the poem is “One Train May Hide Another”. She gets up to make a cup of tea, but in her cupboard she does not find Earl Grey or English Breakfast or any kind of Jasmine something--No, she finds another, smaller, but to scale, painting of a woman sitting down to read a poem in a room that
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