GRGR(6) - Ep. 15 Reader Dissonance.

[grladams at mail.teleport.com]

Thanks to all 
 
I have realized that resistance is futile. 
I will be assimilated.

Picked up the Orange tome. Thick, acid pages
brittle and beige. Penguin cover hanging on for dear life. David, I am struck by
the poetry of 
this awe-ful read. The advent scene brought about a toothpaste memory of early
childhood: 
It was early 1970's, it was summer in the cool Cumberlands, surrounded by my
cousins, I was 
in the old family cottage. Running water was not in many rooms, least of which
the ones the children
slept in. The bedtime routines required a pitcher and basin, props lingering
from
the previous centuries. When you were done brushing, where to spit? Not back
into the basin.
Like my older siblings, and their elders before them, we spit the white mint
foam out the window
of the second floor, some of which had grown caked onto the bark of a nearby
Virginia Pine. 
The participation in this ritual lasted until running water was installed
upstairs later on in the 
mid 70's. The progression of time wiped it away with the back of its hand.

grladams

> > As for Jill,
> > Can't you appreciate the beauty of the poetry in some of the text?  A-and
> > some of it is outrageously hilarious.  And the surrealism!  You really
> > don't have to "understand" it all.  It can be a little frustrating to not
> > "get" some of the passages, or even major themes, but if you just try to be
> > a little patient it might prove to be worth it after all.  Or maybe not.
> > David
>