GR the Heresy Question

[Terrance]

s~Z wrote:
> 
> >>>and perhaps to be the rock on which it will founder.<<<
> 
> Matthew 16:13-20
> 
> When Jesus came into the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his
> disciples, saying, Whom do men say that I the Son of man am? And they said,
> Some say that thou art John the Baptist: some, Elias; and others, Jeremias,
> or one of the prophets. He saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am? And
> Simon Peter answered and said, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living
> God. And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona:
> for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is
> in heaven.
> And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will
> build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. And I
> will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven: and whatsoever thou
> shalt bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever thou shalt
> loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.
> Then charged he his disciples that they should tell no man that he was Jesus
> the Christ.

Back to Streets


"But isn't that the Petritor, that stunted brick tower-arch straddling
the alleyway ahead ...it could be the Sluterstrasse on the old part of
Rostock... or the [...] " GR.692

Streets? Streets, in GR, and Streets in Pynchon's novels, are the 20th
centuries  coal-tar roads to a nightmare that's no place like home,
where the community of collective dreams provides no shelter, the rock,
no relief or lost messages, but only shadows of the flesh made inanimate
cast by the pitiless sun. Messages that have lost their sacredness,
their senders and receivers, are displaced. Father Rapier's fear, his
anxiety, is an extension of the Modernist beast that creeps out of
Yeat's wasteland and into the heart of dialectical darkness.