The WreckIgnitions Read. Stray strugglingly playful thoughts

[Mark Kohut]

And furthermore.......in the decade after this novel is published, Andy Warhol 
is going to
go down in cultural history by copying, enlarged and silk-screen heightened 
Reality
(of soup cans, etc.)
(and we can be assured andy never read---or had read to him---the Recognitons)

Everything was so fake in America then that this was the only way art could see 
us out
(of fakery)?

----- Original Message ----
From: Mark Kohut <markekohut at yahoo.com>
To: pynchon -l <pynchon-l at waste.org>
Cc: pov at ix.netcom.com
Sent: Thu, April 7, 2011 6:05:35 PM
Subject: The WreckIgnitions Read. Stray strugglingly playful thoughts

2 parter here:
OK. Yesterday I wrote some stuff linking that self-confirming ad hominem "joke" 
to 

the kind of self-confirming joke that we know as Catch-22 (as well as the 
Ontological 

Argument, which no one called me a genius for...)....

Anyway, help me out here as Columbo is always saying. Gwyon, after giving up 
attempting
any 'original' art, now does loving, exact copies of the Flemish masters for a 
living...

Now, isn't that akin to a Catch--22 joke? To an ad hominem "argument"?......
Art in America then, anytime, is only seen as art when it was confirmed by 
history
as Art...and real Art is like the proverbial tree falling in the forest with no 
one to hear it?.......


Part 2....writers/artists have to a) have something to say b) find their 
voice/style....and
they are One in the best..............

So, Gaddis wants to write serious fiction. Knowing, say, melville's American 
career and others,
he tries writing.......Let's say: HE feels it falls in the forest in 
silence.......So, he has this brilliant
self-whatever idea..........All that I could write and make a living at would be 

....................
dead realism..........................................

So, I'll push realism to Gothic excess, to over-the-top irrealism with 
overwhelming copies (allusions) from the world
of reality....I'll do a novel about, at one level, the faked reality of 
unoriginal writers. My originality......