Invisibility

[MalignD at aol.com]

In a message dated 6/24/1 12:27:31 PM, you wrote:

<<It seems only yesterday, I was thinking that Pynchon has an
objective perspective, like Joyce and Shakespeare.  That his
method is agonistic paradoxical. His reality is substrative
(the living critter, earth mind, Jung has an essay) and his
principles are elemental, like Freud's and Shakespeare's.   

Maybe I was insane at the time, but I was hanging in Parks
again, the messengers with their stripped down roads,
smoking a joint and drinking some jim jones mixture, later,
I met Melville and Whitman, what a smell the body can
produce. 

"The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or
behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined
out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails."


                              "I am the boy
                              That can enjoy
                               Invisibility"


"And Olivet's breezy... Goodbye, now, goodbye."
                  
PS It's cold here as well, Dave, well, the water that is,
and
my aqua man has no arms and  only thighs. Cold shoulders
make for a stiffening swim in
the "The snotgreen sea. The scratumtightening sea.">>

What in God's name is anyone supposed to take from this post?