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ing a Staircase

Duchamp: Nude Descending a Staircase

If one can't manage true decadence, then what, of the postmodern, is still interesting? The fractal imagination? The way it authorizes acting out the kaleidoscope, the cubism, of perception and knowledge. 

Because the trajectory of knowledge moves not toward ennui but toward understanding. 

--Multiple understandings. 

It doesn't matter that understanding is not a destination. 

Never was. 

We move in a world in motion, and we accept knowledge as a series of provisional, perpetually self-refining descriptions. 

Cue visual three

Still, we pursue it restlessly, even if understanding reveals only anomie, or at best a cubist vision of fragments almost fitting, of forms re-forming out of their proper shape and proportion.

Who determines "proper"?

Visual three, place it left: 
Cue sound two

What about essays that invoke this sensibility, that abandon the extended period for jump cuts, flashbacks, and collages of heretofore incompatible genres?

Sound two:

Perhaps there are analogies 
between the psychic structures of precognition 
and those of art, which also depend on the 
accumulating effect of hints, glimpses, 
and the gradual accretion of that sense of foreboding 
which also goes by the name "meaning."
(Lanchester, The Debt to Pleasure)