the Qlippoth, walking shells of the Dead

[andrew at cee.hw.ac.uk]

Eric Alan Weinstein writes:
> Is there some brave soul, (un)wittingly 
> turned demon or remaining one of gravity's
> angels, who understands something of 
> the context of Pynchon's use of the Qlippoth, and
> who thinks they can discuss this as bit?

The context? As in `I've looked up Qlippoth in the encyclopaedia and I
know what they are but I don't understand why they are there'. Ditto,
I am afraid.

Clearly the Frankenstein/Golem myth is another manifestation of this
Qlippoth theme, clay made animate but not really alive since the
breath inspired into it was man's, not God's. And clearly this relates
to the synthesis of organic sterility exemplified by Imipolex, dead
life squeezed through centuries to oil then reassembled into a
temporary semblance of vibrancy and vitality, and contrasted so
deliberately with the stringing of rings and chains which preserves
both a banana smell and a human face across the generations (and we
all have a human face, no matter how much our evil face dominates, we
can all be reasembled again like that there 00000 to recreate the
perfect order of our origins - not that kabbalistic dabbling with
orders and patterns is anything more than a drop in the combinatoric
ocean implied by such a reassembly). And clearly all this also relates
to the synthetic culture of death exported to the colonies by the old
empires and returning home in spades during WWII. But discuss it? I
wish I had more to say.


Andrew Dinn
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To the stilled Earth say:  I flow.
To the rushing water speak:  I am.