GR translation: deepen

[Joseph Tracy]

agree- intensifying, becoming more defined and darker in hue, often by contrast with surrounding light ... but also containing the implication of moving toward an ultimate loss of definition as it deepens into darkness. The connection to dyes appears  a couple 3 times pointing toward coal tars ( rainbow colors from the deeps of the earth, congealed memories of ancient life) and by extension IG Farben. Somehow this whole fascination with dyes( to dye, to die)  and deepening ( to darken to go down into) seems to me  also an apt  way to suggest  the inner dynamics of fascism: the romance of liberation through  death, the sexuality and allure of  theft, betrayal,  and violence.  
On Dec 13, 2011, at 9:09 AM, David Morris wrote:

> "Deepening" could mean "growing more intense.
> 
> On Tue, Dec 13, 2011 at 5:31 AM, Mike Jing
> <gravitys.rainbow.cn at gmail.com> wrote:
>> The word "deepen" appeared in GR 15 times (No.7 below includes two instances).
>> 
>> No.1,3,5,7,8,10,12,13,and 14 seem to have the same meaning, which
>> describes color getting darker, probably due to the loss of light.
>> 
>> No.6,9,and 11 have nothing to do with light or colors.
>> 
>> No.2 and 4 puzzle me a bit, because things are deepening under the
>> light. What exactly does that mean?
>> 
>> 
>> (1)   P22.5-8   The lieutenants stare at each other through the beery
>> shadows, with the day deepening outside the high cold windows of the
>> Snipe and Shaft, and Tantivy about to laugh or snort oh God across the
>> wood Atlantic of their table.
>> 
>> (2)   P29.39-P30.5   6:43:16 BDST—in the sky right now here is the
>> same unfolding, just about to break through, his face deepening with
>> its light, everything about to rush away and he to lose himself, just
>> as his countryside has ever proclaimed . . . slender church steeples
>> poised up and down all these autumn hillsides, white rockets about to
>> fire, only seconds of countdown away, rose windows taking in Sunday
>> light, elevating and washing the faces above the pulpits defining
>> grace, swearing this is how it does happen—yes the great bright hand
>> reaching out of the cloud. . . .
>> 
>> (3)   P121.33-36   Hunting across the zero between waking and sleep,
>> his halfway limp cock still inside her, their strengthless legs bent
>> the same angle . . . The bedroom deepens into water and coolness.
>> Somewhere the sun is going down. Just enough light to see the darker
>> freckles on her back.
>> 
>> (4)   P127.21-25   Try to hold it down old man, panic if you must but
>> later, not here. . .. Faint washroom light bulbs deepen the thousands
>> of old clustered water and soap spots on the mirrors to an
>> interfeathering of clouds, of skin and smoke as he swings his head
>> past, lemon and beige, oilsmoke black and twilight brown in here, very
>> loosely crumbled, that’s the texture. . . .
>> 
>> (5)   P148.7-14   Had he felt her, even then, beginning to recede . .
>> . called up the control from across the Wall as a way of holding on?
>> She was deepening from his waking, his social eye like light at the
>> edge of the evening when, for perhaps a perilous ten minutes, nothing
>> helps: put on your glasses and light lamps, sit by the west window and
>> still it keeps going away, you keep losing the light and perhaps it is
>> forever this time . . . a good time of day for learning surrender,
>> learning to diminish like the light, or like certain music.
>> 
>> (6)   P158.26-36   Yet her lines will not deepen fast enough, her
>> mouth not learn hardening past a face she keeps surprising herself
>> with, a daydreaming child’s face, betraying her to anyone who’ll look,
>> exactly the sort of fat-softened, unfocused weakness that causes men
>> to read her as Dependent Little Girl—even in Peter Sachsa she’s seen
>> the look—and the dream is the same one she went to find while Franz
>> groaned inside his own dark pain-wishes, a dream of gentleness, light,
>> her criminal heart redeemed, no more need to run, to struggle, a man
>> arriving tranquil as she and strong, the street becoming a distant
>> memory: exactly the one dream that out here she can least allow
>> herself.
>> 
>> (7)   P191.23-28   From out at sea, the Casino at this hour is a
>> blazing bijou at the horizon: its foil of palms already shadows in the
>> dwindling light. Deepening go the yellowbrowns of these small serrated
>> mountains, sea colored the soft inside of a black olive, white villas,
>> perched châteaux whole and ruined, autumn greens of copses and
>> solitary pines, all deepening to the nightscape latent across them all
>> day.
>> 
>> (8)   P217.40-P218.4   What have the watchmen of world’s edge come
>> tonight to look for? deepening on now, monumental beings, stoical, on
>> toward slag, toward ash the color the night will stabilize at, tonight
>> . . . what is there grandiose enough to witness? only Slothrop here,
>> and Sir Stephen, blithering along, crossing shadow after long
>> prison-bar shadow cast by the tall trunks of palms lining the
>> esplanade.
>> 
>> (9)   P226.19-25   They sit listening to gusts of rain that’s nearly
>> sleet. Winter gathers, breathes, deepens. A roulette ball goes
>> rattling, somewhere back in another room. She’s running. Why? Has he
>> come too close again? He tries to remember if she always needed to
>> talk this way, in draw-shots, rebounding first before she could touch
>> him. Fine time to start asking. He’s counter-conspiring in the dark,
>> jimmying doors at random, no telling what’ll come out. . . .
>> 
>> (10)  P266.8-13   Out again in the city: precision banks, churches,
>> Gothic doorways drilling by . . . he must avoid the hotel and the
>> three cafes now, right, right. . . . The permanent Zürchers in
>> early-evening blue stroll by. Blue as the city twilight, deepening
>> blue. . . . The spies and dealers have all gone indoors. Semyavin’s
>> place is out, the Waxwing circle have been kind, no point bringing any
>> heat down on them.
>> 
>> (11)  P479.14-22   Her look now—this deepening arrest—has already
>> broken Slothrop’s seeing heart: has broken and broken, that same look
>> swung as he drove by, thrust away into twilights of moss and crumbling
>> colony, of skinny clouded-cylinder gas pumps, of tin Moxie signs
>> gentian and bittersweet as the taste they were there to hustle on the
>> weathered sides of barns, looked for how many Last Times up in the
>> rearview mirror, all of them too far inside metal and combustion,
>> allowing the days’ targets more reality than anything that might come
>> up by surprise, by Murphy’s Law, where the salvation could be. . . .
>> 
>> (12)  P570.39-P571.6   Takes him an hour to get out to the camp on
>> foot across a wide meadow whose color is deepening now as if green dye
>> flowed and seeped into its nap . . . he is aware of each single
>> grassblade’s shadow reaching into the shadows east of it. . . pure
>> milk-colored light sweeps up in a bell-curve above the sun nearly
>> down, transparent white flesh, fading up through many blues, powdery
>> to dark steel at the zenith . . . why is he out here, doing this? Is
>> this Ursula the lemming’s idea too, getting mixed up in other people’s
>> private feuds when he was supposed to be . . . whatever it was . . .
>> uh. . . .
>> 
>> (13)  P648.28-34  He’s looking into a room of incandescent lemon-lime
>> subdued drastically, almost to the milky point of absinthe-and-water,
>> a room warmer than this tableful of faces really deserves, but perhaps
>> it’s Roger’s entrance that deepens the color a bit now as he runs and
>> jumps up on the polished table, over the polished head of a director
>> of a steel company, skidding 20 feet down the waxed surface to
>> confront the man at the end, who sits with a debonair (well, snotty)
>> smile on his face.
>> 
>> (14)  P768.25-30   “The signs change, idiot,” snaps Edelman, reaching
>> for his family-size jar of Thorazine. He has become such a habitual
>> user of this tran-quilizing drug that his complexion has deepened to
>> an alarming slate-purple. It makes him an oddity on the street here,
>> where everybody else walks around suntanned, and red-eyed from one
>> irritant or another.