44 Here Comes Coy to Save the Motherland

[alice wellintown]

Robin Landseadel <robinlandseadel at comcast.net> wrote:

> And yet, and at the same time Coy Harligen is artistically gifted.

Gifts, be they the power to dream other people's dreams (Pirate), the
Good Witch power of Geli, the Tripping power of LSD insights, of Mary
Jane positive paranoia, the Ruby Slippers, Aunt Reet's gift for
reading the lives between the Lines drawn on the Earth . . .are very
powerful or They wouldn't want them. Sometimes the gifted don't want
them niether. Look a gift Tiger in the mouth and you might end up, as
JFK famously said, inside.

Whose Gift is it anyway?
Whose dream is it anyway?

Chapter Nine of V. ~ Mondaugen's Story, Pagination  --HP (1999)

ch 8 last page and paragraph --HP241

Kurt Mondaugen is an engineer at Yoyodyne, "he had worked, yes, at
Peenemunde, developing Vergeltungswaffe Eins and Zwei. The magic initial!"
"When Stencil retold his [yarn], the yarn had undergone considerable change:
had become, as Eigenvalue put it, Stencilized."

Maybe this is a kind to the apparent contradiction Bailey noted
between Penny and Coy.

HP:243

Mondaugen, "finally to leave depression time in Munich, journey into this
other hemisphere, and enter Mirror-Time (my caps) in the South-West
protectorate."

"Mondaugen was here as part of a program having to do with atmospheric radio
disturbances: sferics for short. "

"sferics whose taxonomy was to include clicks, hooks, risers, nose whistlers
and one like a warbling of birds called the dawn chorus."

"and it took him only a moment to realize that the player was imitating
sferics."

"so a plan evolved to keep a record of sferics received at different
latitudes. Mondaugen, near the bottom of the list, drew Sout-West Africa, and
was ordered to set up his equipment as close to 28 S. as he conveniently
could."

HP:247  "the players were imitating sferics."
                "a flurry of gunfire--real, this time--"

HP:251 "and it was as if Mondaugen had dreamed them."

HP:257  "In the dream it was Fasching, the mad German Carnival or Mardi Gras..."

HP: 260 Like the "eye" in his dream of Fasching he now found he had a gift of
visual serendipity: a sense of timing, a perverse certainty about not whether
but when to play the voyer.

HP: 263  Whether we like it or not that war destroyed a kind of privacy,
perhaps the privacy of dream. Committed us like him to work out three-o'clock
anxieties, excesses of character, political hallucinations on a live mass, a
real human population...our Vheissus are no longer our own, or even confined
to a circle of friends; they're public property (lots and also lots of
privacy, Hawthorne).

HP: 264 the same desperation in Foppl's siege party as there'd been in Munich
during Fasching...

HP:269 Mondaugen's Dream Song---"Dream tonight...Dreams will help you not at
all."

HP:270 "that if dreams are only waking sensation first stored and later
operated on, then the dreams of a voyer can never be his own."

HP 271 the siege party's demon, who was in fact coming more and more to
define his guests assembled, to prescribe their common dream.

HP 274 the form of the very German question: if no one has seen me then am I
really here at all; and as a sort of savory, if I am not here then where are
all these dreams coming from, if dreams is what they are.


“We dream’d of you …before we ever saw you,” an Indian says to Mason.
“Yet you never dream’d of us.”

Ch 62 of M&D opens with a dream. “I dreamed of a city to the West of
here,” Dixon tries to recall, scrying in his coffee-Mug…at some great
confluence of Rivers, or upon a Harbor in some island sea,--a large
city,--busy, prospering, sacred.”

Mason ironic, “A Sylvan Philadelphia….”  and “Anti-City”

Dixon observes Mason’s sleep and listens to his sleeptalking and “Half
the Camp hears it. Some take it for INDIANS (my caps). Axmen say, if
so, ‘tis a Nation they have not yet encounter’d.”

“Possession!” and “alien Ghosts.”
“ask the Reverend.”
“none of this…or if I merely dreamed it”
“A Defile of Ghost growing with the years…
Capt, Zhang, “the Geomancer”
Bad History and Slavery

The same themes recur in V., VL, GR and M&D.

"It had only to do with the destroyer and the destroyed, and the act that
united them, and it had never been that way before." V. 280

Turning and Turning in the dreamer's flyer
The cord of humanity
>From blemishless Eve's telephone wire
Hell Oh
Deep whispering Throat
I dream of a Ledaean body, bent
Above a sinking fire. a tale that she
Told of a harsh reproof, or trivial event
That changed some childish day to tragedy -
Told, and it seemed that our two natures blent
Into a sphere from youthful sympathy,
Or else, to alter Plato's parable,
Into the yolk and white of the one shell.

Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Who can distinguish the dreamer from the dream (ed)?