GRGR 1,2, new insight on the banana song / 1,4 wine to you

[Cometman]

Glenn Scheper wrote:
>  One of my earliest forms of bodily mantra, arising
> from God knows what insight, was to relax my anus, and when
> I felt the whole area falling, to think: "Jesus is lowered!"
> 

gather the blooming (muladhara chakra, flower-like) arsehole up off the
floor (of the perianeal area) - from whence it can be relaxed
If the banana is a phallic reference, then this would be an owning of
the phallus ("have" a banana) by exercising muscle and nerve control of
its foundational area?  This really does work, and focusing on the
relaxation part makes it much more enjoyable.  Incorporating it with
prayer - awesome!

The sort of unconventional ancient wisdoms that need restating
differently for different times, perhaps?  At one time, all the bodily
references implicit in Revelations may have been common knowledge, but
over the years language and customs changed.  The search for this
wisdom and the sharing of it may be the making of Slothrop.

"a man who'll bring in a skunk, or a lion, and say
'okay kids, play with that!'" - Rough and Ready Man, Alberta Hunter (?)

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"It was one of those great iron afternoons in London: the yellow sun
being teased apart by a thousand chimneys breathing, fawning upward
without shame.  This smoke is more than the day's breath, more than
dark strength - it is an imperial presence that lives and moves. 
People were crossing the streets and squares, going everywhere.  Busses
were grinding off, hundreds of them, down the long concrete viaducts
smeared with years' pitiless use and no pleasure, into haze-gray,
grease-black, red lead and pale aluminum, between scrap heaps that
towered high as blocks of flats, down side-shoving curves into roads
clogged with Army convoys, other tall busses and canvas lorries,
bicycles and cars, everyone here with different destinations and
beginnings, all flowing, hitching now and then, over it all the
enormous gas ruin of the sun among the smokestacks, the barrage
balloons, power lines and chimneys brown as aging indoor wood, brown
growing deeper, approaching black through an instant - perhaps the true
turn of the sunset - that is wine to you, wine and comfort." p 26, ln
7-22

Suggestions: the ubiquitous London Fog, but also, the bad karma of the
British imperial presence in the world; "pitiless use and no pleasure"
- yet on these viaducts may be the scrawled messages left by WASTE's
messengers; wine and comfort.  Wine and comfort to you, Mr Pynchon,
wherever you be 

The chimneys in the first sentence: reading that sentence, walking away
from the book to do other things, coming back to it - one re-reads it
expecting the word "hardon".  It's not there, but due to Pynchon's
First Amendment right to use it elsewhere at will, the chimneys teasing
and fawning at the sun - the individual libidos urging themselves on
towards the object of their affections - take on a sensual presence.