James Merrill on Pynchon

[Michael G. Koopman]

Andrew, if this was to denote that heavy set fellow making slide by on
sunset teased by shorts in his house packet in passing by gums as a
yellowed and inverted rack on luggage toted at no cost for alarm is
twice accepted then give it up.  If it is meant as a consoled entropy
of dis enchanted gold veins line over wrought demeanor kets of poisson
function then what latters dey is it you raise by gass what means of
non-sequitor hair klets of two bowls like plastic cheekies no glass
cover on this fish, dere?  Who mixes your nightly consider rations on
what form the GR rocket color bands might inspire and how many helmet
forms need be reviewed before the proper dance and center topple is
boarded like a large male asking for a scream after his considerably
smaller wife profiles him and still encourages?  So which split half
over half dozen front or back of this weird lyre do you palpitate?

Materially your girl, friends..

Mikey (uugh, now that one sounds too much like a Koop for even me.)