Re grgr (18): german mania for name-giving

[jporter]

>(arguably the most beautiful poem in the english language...)
>
>  OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking,...

[sacrilegious snip]

It's nice. The first line takes me all the way back to the Sumerians. Thank
God for writing, but it is the sound of this poem that is so amazing-
written sound, and Whitman, so beyond perfection, rhyme so unnecessary. The
Mockingbird makes me think of the puppet-master-like and the priest-like
auctioneer, Passerine (cameo role for TPR in the movie), as he's clearing
his throat to begin the auctioning of lot 49...but that feels all wrong,
unless P. wants it to feel wrong.

"O you singer solitary, singing by yourself, projecting me."

Do we project Oedipa, or does she project the possiblity of us? Are we the
enemy or her only means of transcending the closed world of the novel? It's
all enough to transform a bird into a stuttering pig, foax.

jody