Roadmaps/Col49/culties/whathaveyou

[m. powers]

Hmmm... 

	Maybe this could be filed under "tying together loose ends of
vaguely related threads", or "fetish for pattern recognition (as I'll
mention later)" but.. I'm in the habit of checking my email
over morning coffee, including the plist of course, and have taken a
pleasure in how an interesting topic or question arising here will
keep recurring along one line of thought or another throughout the
day.. today looking over the idea of Col49 as a roadmap to Pynch's
works, and world, I was reminded of an earler post asking
readers/plisters to consider Oedipa's position at the end of the book,
entangled in "a half-heard conversation of voices cut off or falling
silent" (to paraphrase Griel Marcus), and wondered if it was just me
that got a feeling of "metanarrative", observing the protagonist of
the novel confronting, possibly for the first time, the uncertainties
and complexities of the landscape of her world at the same time as the
author's works are confronting the careful reader with the
complexities and uncertainties of their own psychic landscape... and I
couldn't help also draw a paralell between the "unfolding" ...a word
taken verbatim from the book that I picked up on as being an
important(?) signifier... of the delicate network of the Trystero and
the unfolding of awareness of influences larger (broader?) than
free-market capitalism, Nazism,  science, Freudian ontology, et al in
the workings of our own world..

A fetish for pattern recognition on my part, or is there some weight
to it? And while we're at it, wouldn't that be the same sort of
question Oedipa is left wrestling with at the conclusion of CoL49?

Thoughts?

P.S. Regarding fawning P-culties, I do have a friend who once dreamt
of a near future in which a marginal cabal formed around GR as a
peculiar type of holy scripture.. something I'd call missing the point
on a grand scale, but an amusing tangent to speculate on. :)


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"and on a very distant world, slimy creatures scan the skies.. they've
got plates for hands. and telescopes for eyes. and they say, "look!
down there! a haunted planet, spinning round... and we say, "watch us
move, now. watch us... shake. we're so....   pretty."  "  - Laurie Anderson
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