AtDtDA(34): Born of Light

robinlandseadel at comcast.net robinlandseadel at comcast.net
Wed Jun 25 09:41:45 CDT 2008


          Bekah: Oh thank God.  I thought maybe I'd messed up 
          and said something smart.

"No Worries", like the young'ens* say. About the time I was scrambling 
posts [in a rabid delerium] my consciousness was being sucked into 
the bleeding maw of a Cthulian^ vortex. Though I may not know much 
about this vicious evil-doer, I ask myself---what would Cyprian do? 
(knowing full well that he'd drop to his knees and grab the zipper), but 
in any case I know the sound of a mad dog barking. Or is that the sound 
of one hand barking?

I am now going to soak my fingertips in lavender so as to banish any 
of the evil [pronounced "e-Vile'--- try to picture Peter Cushing's 
imperfect orthodonture while invoking the brooding miasma that infects 
the bedsids of Chunxton Crescent] plasmoid vibrations that may have 
seeped through the interweb whilst absorbing "D"'s plutonic vibrations.

Hey, Bekah---Watcha worried about? You always say sumthin' smart.

As regards saying something smart, I'll give it a shot even though I 
know I'm doomed to failure. The first book of Pynchon's I read was
The Crying of Lot 49, it's far and away the one book I've read the 
most times---if this was Fahrenheit 451, I'd be CoL49. Right from the 
first read I was picking up on encrypted occult materials---there's a 
purely Pynchonian concept right there and reflects back on why 
Aleister Crowley nearly trumps Albert Einstein in Against the Day.
In '49' the sigil of the muted posthorn is a sigil of protection, there to
banish revelation, maintain that veil of secrecy necessary to maintain 
'business as usual.' Praying for the Dark in this Christian Black Iron 
Prison might be what you need, but keep it to yourself, don't let on 
to the demiurge, keep the secret safe---delay revelation.

Trancendental logic---see why I'm doomed to failure?

*the ones with the dreads and the slow walk and that
'skunky' smell.

^On top of all my other syndromes, I gotta deal with my Mom calling
me "Spawn of Chuthulu" which you gotta admit, doesn't really reflect 
all that well on her either.



More information about the Pynchon-l mailing list