One Scoop of Postmodernism Please

I wish I could say that my favorite literary movement is a highly noble or distinguished one- the kind that you are extremely proud and eager to discuss at a haughty dinner party, just for the sake of sounding cultured.  Although, if I am being honest, I will not deny the fact that the Postmodernist movement is indeed the one I most revere.  This movement is like a refreshing vanilla ice cream cone with just the right amount of sprinkles.  It isn't doused in thick language or glazed in artificial emotion or topped with a cherry because it lacks flavor.  Postmodernism is simply divine. 

The content of Postmodernist work is very understandable and identifiable.  Even if we haven't experienced it ourselves we can relate to the topic in some way or at least see its significance.  I like how Postmodernists used writing as a portal to address societal flaws.  I am a firm believer in the power of words therefore I appreciate how this movement exemplifies using the craft of composing as a means for changing the world. 

An ambrosial example of this happens to be one of my favorite books of all time, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.  It was written by the Beatnik, Postmodernist Ken Kesey.  Written near the start of the movement, it makes a bold statement about control and freedom.  The writing style is simple like a vanilla cone although it is far from bland because of the colorful sprinkles embedded in the story.  Symbolism and rhythm and metaphors fill the pages.  You cannot eat up the book fast enough so scoop up the Postmodernism!  Don't undersestimate it because it is relevant and utterly delectable.

The American Dream is an Attitude

After having an abysmal class debate about what the American dream is exactly- and whether it even exists, I really began to ponder the subject.  Traditionally the dream that radiates red, white, and blue encompasses something like prosperity, opportunity, or even just a fair chance.  After that being said, I have concluded that the American dream is something different to everyone.  Although, for me the Star Spangled dream is an attitude.  It is the confidence to leap into the air in order to pin down an idea that is merely a cloud in the sky.  It is the determination to climb on teetering branches to reach the top.  It is the faith that in this country we can reach a finish line that exudes greatness no matter where we began the race.

Some people go about the dream differently, and for some the dream is achieved more easily, but I firmly believe that the one who gets to bask in the glory of the reverie is the one who acquired it after honest work.  For instance, Gatsby of The Great Gatsby  had what was merely the facade of the dream.  It was only a dream in disguise.   His luxurious square footage and lavish possessions came from dishonest and corrupt deals, and for that reason he never felt fulfilled.  He longed for more.  So be the American dream and confidently seize the opportunities presented to you by this world, but do it honestly, fairly, thankfully.