But what have you done for me lately?
Terrance
lycidas2 at earthlink.net
Thu Oct 11 07:05:54 CDT 2001
MalignD at aol.com wrote:
>
> The millison:
>
> << one person ... even accused Terrance and me of being the same person.
> Terrance and I knew that wasn't true at the time because he and I had
> exchanged offlist email and snail mail and had even spoken on the telephone
> once. >>
>
> It's good you had that exchange to clarify things.
Two punches in a droll-booth?
Jesuits?
Another good example of Mason's religious paranoia.
Lot of suppressed histories in the Wind. MD73
"All is struggle,-- and but occasionally in vain." MD67
Cock fights in ring. The paradoxical agon sustained.
In GR, the Hereros have a rocket and a rocket mandala which is
a technological reference for the launch steps as well as
the essential symbolic components of Herero culture and
cosmogony, as Andreas tells Slothrop:
Andreas set [the mandala] on the ground,
turns it till the K points northwest. Klar, touching each
letter, Entluftung, these are the female letters. North
letters. In our villages the women lived in huts on the northern half of
the circle,
the men on the south. The village itself was a mandala. Klar is
fertilization and birth, Entluftung is the breath, the soul. ZUndung and
Vorstufe are
the male signs, the activities, fire and preparation or building. And in
the
center, here, Hauptstufe. It is the pen where we keep the sacred cattle.
The souls of the ancestors. All the same here. Birth, soul, fire,
building. Male and female,
together...Opposites together.
The opposites are controlled by their mythic association
within the mandala which is the containment of polarities
and represents that paradox which is able to contain
these opposites.
The preserving effect of the harmony of
opposites is one that Slothrop senses immediately in the
mandala which he hands back to Andreas,
hoping that it will permit trouble to pass over:
"mba-kayere...a spell against Marvy tonight, against
Tchitcherine. A mezuzah. A situation of possible threat is
turned into a feeling that there can be
the kind preterition that preserves life.
"How you so stupid."
---V.S. Naipaul, Miguel Street
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