DP

[Terrance]

B/W and Gottfried and Sartre: 

The sadist's triumph is not and never, for even when he
thinks to explode into victory some implicit unavoidable
defeat rises: his victim looks up and makes of him an
object. The sadist then, is compelled to realize that it is
not an object but a subject he has possessed and this moment
is a failure for sadism but a failure for masochism as
well,  for an epistemological and ontological chasm
separates self from self, freedom from freedom, and each is
left to choose themselves within the system of the closed
circuit of solipsistic history. 

B/W and Gottfried and Jung: 

 Jung says, "in Freud's myth the father becomes a
demon who created a world of disappointments, illusions and
suffering." 

In  GR, "The fathers have no power" and "the sons are
condemned to the same passivity, the same masochist
fantasies *they* cherished in secret...." 

But Blicero's power is Absolute. 

This "Dispensation" is said by the narrator to have come
about  40 years ago (747). 

This a direct reference to the rise of  Nazism. 

"Thantz, are you going to judge this man?" 

The 175s don't take Thanatz in, they have constructed a "we"
system with white death--Blicero at the top. Thanatz becomes
a DP. 

The narrator here, perhaps the applied author asks,

Or maybe I just read it like this: 

 Have YOU ever been a DP in the American system of justice?
Ever been in court with a court appointed attorney? Ever
been in an American jail, an  American prison? An American
homeless shelter? An American psychiatric hospital?  On the
street without a buck, without a butt, without luck, without
papers official and papers to roll yourself in with the
others and share a smoke? Ever been stamped and numbered and
handled and chained and prodded and herded and beaten? Ever
been injected and straight jacketed and locked up? 
Assigned, named, numbered, consigned, palpated, invoiced,
routed and misrouted, detained, deloused?  Ever been exempt
from nothing, bare foot under the street, under the bridge,
under the gun, the knife, the man, your rathouse infected
and occupied by a mad man crack head with the powerful
scream and the strength to make you his ex-wife? Have you,
for exchange, for a comfortable numbness, held that man in
your arms and rocked him to sleep after he beat you almost
to the grave? Have you been illegal and speechless and
paranoid, an alien, a foreign man in a foreign land where
the world of words swirled around you and you could not be
understood, could not ask for comfort or direction, nothing
was connected, no one connected to you? Have even your
coughs been ignored as the language you refuse to learn, you
jaundice a symptom of your debauchery, your infections your
curse for daring to love another man? Have you been the
weakest among the toughened outcasts? Whipped with a coat
hanger by a young boy performing, entertaining the others?
Accused or violating the rules of the outcasts but you only
thought to do it but never did? Have you been made to labor
for the king of the bums? Have you had enough and gotten
tough too? And then have you felt the kindness of the
outcast? Thank god for the preterite and Thank god for DP
humor! and Alice! Land of Wonders!  Alice? There's a song
about Alice. Have you ever been arrested? 


"  'The act of injuring and the act of being injured are
joined in the behavior of the whole injury.' Speaker and
spoken-of, master and slave, virgin and seducer, each pair
most conveniently coupled and inseperable--The last refuge
of the incorrigibly lazy, Mexico, is just this sort of yang
yin (could drive a man who  seeks Absolute power mad!) 
rubbish."
GR.88 

Yes, Pointy goes mad too, it's a yang and yin kinda bad
karma madness and 
Blicero the white man is at the top. 

The reversal, yin yang is the dislocation in the yin yang,
the
paradoxical. It's not something for a white man to deal with
(guilt)
or an orange man or a purple man. It's not a denial of the
sins of the white man or the suffering of "other," it's a
silence, it's a kindness. Blicero is not kind. 

"In the beginning of heaven and earth the were no words...."

Toa Te Ching 1.1

"Silence is the Consecration of the World"  

Melville