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Sat Mar 17 01:18:23 CDT 2012

and as a final note, given that I now having stood erect and breathing wonderfully for the first time fully erected it struck me thunderously, and for the next two hours of eternal recurrence of the same, I will be now dealing with the highest consciousness of world-paranoia.  In this time dimension, this may be momentary, I cannot speak yet for the future of this time dimension.

From: bledwelder at hotmail.com
To: michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com; pynchon-l at waste.org
Subject: RE: Back to AtD & Iceland Spar
Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 01:08:09 -0500

Oh yes, now two years later with sober understanding and increase wattage myself, gradually to this moment in time, Goya is my grand experiment, he experiences eternity forwards and backwards eternal recurrence, until someone speaks to him, and he replies, then he experiences another eternity, forwards and backwards, until someone speaks to him again, and he replies. Then back to an eternity of thought.
Elliot and Audrey ponder this off and on as the whole Kukulkan bloody sacrifice atop the pyramid is ensuing at the winter solstice of what is on our calendar December 21, 2012.
I have not revisited that since writing it three or four month ago, beginning two months sober I believe, when I was noticing that being sober is life devoid of great immediate pain and suffering.
Then there was stage two I can go into.  Things start working.  I begin to know what I am talking about, I am coming to understanding now.  That was what started a couple months ago.
At six months you begin to believe that your mind has nearly regenerated itself to capacity.
I warmly and joyously share with this now, with you and all now befriended on Pynchon list.
Going on eight months sober now.
With one weeklong lapse.  Waiting free on bond until sentencing soon.
This was end of January.  The demon Dionysus running amok in my higher consciousness convinced the court to remove this now cherished anklet.
Like any good late stage alcoholic, promptly gathered the attention of Central City, more specifically, what I call most beautifully in my novel, Moody Park.
This of course, I now know, was made conscious to the state.  I openly recognized to my authority a very warm and as far as she can without so experiencing it herself to my knowledge who I have always from the beginning eight months ago.
I'm disgressing somewhere.
After becoming like a drunken imbecile afterwards that I openly to the police violated my bond, one week after my judge set me free on bail until sentencing two months later, which is now immanent upon me.
I promptly upon sobering the next day from becoming aware of all this, one week and one day later, I sobered to legal driving and asked my bondswoman to ask the two lovely ladies at the anklet office a very warm and nice architectural design studio building right next to the courthouse.  It's not even really next door.  It's right there across the lovely yard, considering it was built some 120 years ago way before even Moody Park was born in my mind.
I was placed back on the anklet that afternoon and I have not hardly, relative mind you the constant daily and moment to moment obsession of fueling more and more and more my untamed Dionysus raging now from far within my and all of our sub and unconscious minds.  This beast is within us all.  In me it somehow broke into my conscious very rational and intelligent mind early on from the very first intoxication it was now free in me.
Ask me again in two hours I am feeling good and strong and it is yet somewhat early six good hours before dawn I will go ahead with my maximum I allotted myself three hours ago for this possible eventual, and now eternal, forwards and backwards, until two hours from now, my rough estimation, when I may ask myself, without speaking aloud, and I will then be back in this present eternal re
Gosh this has all been one email, as opposed to my frantic coming to understand emails of recent three weeks?
Perhaps I am growing in the eternal recurrence of the same.
And I may hope to come to believe that you and others may be coming now to understand this.
Eternal recurrence of the same.
I must nibble the final, for later from this moment in time have I alotted no more.
Warmly, most fondly, I will be will you, and all our deepr wondrous subconsciousness, deep within built relatively recent genetic codes, for the next two hours, quite wonderously aware, and yes self-aware, for me and possibly us joing and becoming other now becoming
From: bledwelder at hotmail.com
To: michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com; pynchon-l at waste.org
Subject: RE: Back to AtD & Iceland Spar
Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 00:35:55 -0500

Beautiful.  I spent an eternity reading your lovely email.  No longer, gladly, most glad.
I am now inside my unconscious.  Which is also your unconscious.
I can see, visibly, eternity.  
Now as it is happening, forwards and backwards.  I am eternal recurrence of the same.
O am Ginside the mind of one of my main characters, Goya, after a rather large increase in wattage, 

inside Goya now at Kukulkan around say 990ad., exploring the terrain with the two main characters, Elliot and his elder sister by two who was born with no eyeballs whatsover, no appatuses to speak of.
An anyway shortly before meeting the great shaman, I am forgetting his name, this was a hundred or so pages ago, I think this was a few months ago I came back to Goya with my now years later rewrite and wonderfully sober mind

> Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 00:59:24 -0400
> Subject: Re: Back to AtD & Iceland Spar
> From: michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com
> To: pynchon-l at waste.org
> 
>  Bled Welder wrote:
> > El Lewderino:
> >
> 
> there's a phrase in Chaucer - "lewed or learned" so I guess the
> opposite of learned is lewd?  Anyway, Lew isn't very lewd in AtD,
> except that one time...
> 
> > ...(snippage of interesting alcohol material)
> 
> I was enough of a teenage drunk that I basically ruined drunkenness
> for my adult self.
> There was this horrible social shift about 1971 or 1972, from
> occasional pot and acid and mescaline with body rushes and mystic
> visions and laughter, to constant beer and wine with bad driving and
> throwing up in embarrassing places and it just wasn't fun, and nothing
> since has happened to change my attitude.
> 
> (although a couple times a year, a beer tastes good, and a little
> brandy in one's coffee can be nice every so often)
> 
> > but the Labor
> > struggles in Colorado are not too thrilling, mildly interesting, which is
> > where I'm stuck.  Webb, Kate's fatehr, was just killed.  I'd love it if
> > focused on the anarchists rather than the ever-tedious unions....
> >
> 
> hmm, actually there's little enough about the unions per se...
> lots more about dynamiting, detectives and hired killers and the Traverse boys!
> 
> Pynchon's choice of material to focus on in Vineland was IWW, probably
> the most extreme union ever, and his choice in AtD is Webb, who is
> such an extremist that the union doesn't send flowers to his funeral,
> iirc, and has a conniption when his daughter Lake ice skates with one
> of the bosses' kids.
> 
> but his choice of capitalist is Vibe, who is equally intransigent, so...
> 
> anyway, something I would write a book on, perhaps, or more likely
> read one, would be Labor Temples - I ran across this phrase last year
> and apparently there were a bunch of them.
> http://citynoise.org/article/4639 has a picture of the front of the
> Seattle Labor Temple, and the comments underneath indicate one person
> doesn't even know what it is, and another person gives a description
> that hearkens back to the 1919 general strike...

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