44 Here Comes Coy to Save the Motherland

Michael Bailey michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com
Sun Oct 18 22:50:33 CDT 2009


 alice wellintown  wrote:

>
> And, since the author has elected to focus on the dear price paid by
> those who betray themselves, their families, their friends, their
> gifts and graces, and since some force more powerful than money and
> guns and drugs and sex is driving them to betrayal, I'd say it ain't
> me making these woks out ot be dystopian; it's Pynchon.
>

Life is hard.  Before there were governments to oppress us there
were bears and cold weather and all kinds of stuff.
Also, government even now isn't the worst of our troubles:
as Ben Franklin said, we are taxed more heavily by our own indolence,
or words to that effect.  A-and, you can't cheat an honest man...I think
that comes into play somewhere...

Further, the gradual, not-at-all-pain-free, and obviously incomplete
rapprochement between human-qua-human ("vogelfrei" aka Zoyd) coming to grips
with government, and in their interactions with government's minions reminding
them cleverly, perseverantly and poignantly of their own humanity is
what I tend to see - but it is a figure-ground thing and the dystopia is
equally prominent...it's just not the savory part...

>
> I disagree; most of us don't like to see young people getting
> together. Nature wants to see young people together. More and more,
> most of us try to prevent Nature from having her way. Hope and Coy
> have not done much good for each other.

two junkies meet in a toilet, each on a one way trip to self
destruction, and instead of that happening they both survive?
and have a kid, and leave the Life?  what more do you want,
egg in your beer?


>> yes, that can't be the reason.  Something else that was in him
>> prior to dope and stayed with him?
>
> Yeah, it's an inside job. He should go to Rio. If you can't find it
> when there, you don't want to.
>

just about everything I know about Rio I learned from
Black Orpheus (1959), Blame it on Rio (1984) and Flying Down to Rio (1933)
big honkin' statue of Jesus, cool beaches, lush vegetation, so forth...



-- 
--- "Bearing in mind that either I don't know
or it'll be my ass if I tell you, what is it, man?" - Coy Harlingen



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