GR translation: an order whose presence among the ordinary debris of waking

[Mark Kohut]

The ordered paraphernalia are all external to him, part of the room, resonating with
the feeling that EVERYTHING in his life, those bombs most paranoidly, is predetermined,
already an ordered 'presence' in his life......
 
Different from the debris of himself he creates.
 
Debris---remember that desk? Remember Mucho's cars' debris?---shows the human. 
 

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 From: "kelber at mindspring.com" <kelber at mindspring.com>
To: pynchon-l at waste.org 
Sent: Tuesday, June 12, 2012 11:36 AM
Subject: Re: GR translation: an order whose presence among the ordinary debris of waking
  

It's a nice thought experiment: you're sitting in a cluttered, really messy room, because you're pretty much of a slob (the room's filled with "the ordinary debris of waking.").  But then you're told (Slothrop only suspects) that someone has selected certain items in the room and moved them, slightly, without your knowledge, for purposes beyond your understanding ("Their" order) .  Which objects?  Why?  That's how Slothrop feels.

Laura, 
wishing this slob were hypothetical

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>From: Paul Mackin 
>Sent: Jun 12, 2012 10:40 AM 
>To: pynchon-l at waste.org 
>Subject: Re: GR translation: an order whose presence among the ordinary debris of waking 
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>Order here means an established system of organization. (or even
        of Being).  Slothrop is seeing elements of "Their" order among
        those of his own, "Our" order.
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>On 6/12/2012 9:40 AM, Madeleine Maudlin wrote:
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>T'wud b'intresteng if you did not mean to do that.  Fright-ery so. 
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>>"To, to, to, to do boomwork?" 
>>"That's right, yeah." 
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>>Or is it boonwork.  What is that, either way? 
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>>"There's an exahmple, in the Village Rolls, of 1313..."
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>>Aren't you more curious about 'hangs'?  Curious sort of word.
         Rife with possibility.  None of it ordered.  Until it's
        observed.  Then it's whoever or whatever controls the mind of
        the observer's order.  Which hangs the mind.
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>>On Tue, Jun 12, 2012 at 3:08 AM, Mike Jing <gravitys.rainbow.cn at gmail.com> wrote:
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>>P205.5-15   Brass-colored light seeps in from overhead. Murals line
>>>the great room: pneumatic gods and goddesses, pastel swains
            and
>>>shepherdesses, misty foliage, fluttering scarves. . ..
            Everywhere
>>>curlicued gilt festoon-ery drips—from moldings, chandeliers,
            pillars,
>>>window frames . . . scarred parquetry gleams under the
            skylight . . .
>>>>From the ceiling, to within a few feet of the tabletops,
            hang long
>>>chains, with hooks at the ends. What hangs from these hooks?
>>>For a minute here, Slothrop, in his English uniform, is
            alone with the
>>>paraphernalia of an order whose presence among the ordinary
            debris of
>>>waking he has only lately begun to suspect.
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>>>What is the principal meaning of the word "order" here?  And
            what does
>>>"the ordinary debris of waking" refer to?
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