pynchon-l-digest V2 #1131

[FrodeauxB at aol.com]

I always get in trouble when I respond to these bad day at the beer hall 
driven criticisms of the discussions on this list, but c'mon, we're having 
fun aren't we? I've said before that I'm not an officially trained and 
certified (tenured?) academic, and I have learned a lot from reading this 
list (ncluding keeping my comments to myself most of the time). I appreciate 
all the comments offered and skip the one's that I don't care to read all the 
way through. Anyway, if we please you not, use the off button. ITM, keep 
going on the way we have. I lurk, I like, but I don't contribute? Such is the 
sad state of listening's reputation. Speech exists for the for the listener 
as much if not more than for the speaker. Response is not a requirement, or 
have things changed while I spent too much time hearing all those voices 
rushing toward the void and plucked out a few to which to listen? Ah, once 
again I've gone a rambling. Although born and reared in the Big Easy, I 
languish in exile 90 miles away. I only have one Mardi Gras costume to make, 
and it is simple and used every year although I try to vary the mask. I also 
ahave a ball game to attend, so I must be going. Afore I do, mateys, I leave 
you with these thoughts:
In the fresco, I am one of the figures in the background. At the centre the 
Pope, the Emperor, the cardinals and the princes of Europe stand out. At the 
margins, the discreet and invisible agents, who peep out from behind the 
tiaras and crowns but actually sustain the whole geometry of the picture, 
fill it and, keeping themselves undetected, let all those heads occupy the 
centre.--Q's diary, first sentence, wu-ming writers collective

"The Fourth World" is the world with no attention of the media, which starts 
on the other side of the fence of the White House.--Baudrillard America, 1986

frodeauxb