GR translation: very selectively blighted rainfall

[Ruth Flatscher]

hmm, maybe "very selectively blighted" here means that rainfall is locally
prevented or hindered by overhanging roofs or other features of
architecture in the narrow backstreets, and you, looking for shelter, are
guided by these patchy, mosaic- or labyrinth-like patterns...
whether my guess makes sense or not, I am enchanted by the power of these
pictures...
my deepest respect, Mike, and may you succeed!
cheers,
R

On 19 November 2012 11:49, Monte Davis <montedavis at verizon.net> wrote:

> I don’t know – but my god, what a passage! My respect for your ambition in
> tackling the translation just went up another notch.****
>
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> *From:* owner-pynchon-l at waste.org [mailto:owner-pynchon-l at waste.org] *On
> Behalf Of *Mike Jing
> *Sent:* Sunday, November 18, 2012 11:56 PM
> *To:* Pynchon Mailing List
> *Subject:* GR translation: very selectively blighted rainfall****
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> P241.34-242.13  Unity gain around the loop, unity gain, zero change, and
> hush, that way, forever, these were the secret rhymes of the childhood of
> the Discipline of Control—secret and terrible, as the scarlet histories
> say. Diverging oscillations of any kind were nearly the Worst Threat. You
> could not pump the swings of these playgrounds higher than a certain angle
> from the vertical. Fights broke up quickly, with a smoothness that had not
> been long in coming. Rainy days never had much lightning or thunder to
> them, only a haughty glass grayness collecting in the lower parts, a
> monochrome overlook of valleys crammed with mossy deadfalls jabbing roots
> at heaven not entirely in malign playfulness (as some white surprise for
> the elitists up there paying no mind, no . . .), valleys thick with autumn,
> and in the rain a withering, spin-sterish brown behind the gold of it. . .
> very selectively blighted rainfall teasing you across the lots and into the
> back streets, which grow ever more mysterious and badly paved and more
> deeply platted, lot giving way to crooked lot seven times and often more,
> around angles of hedge, across freaks of the optical daytime until we have
> passed, fevered, silent, out of the region of streets itself and into the
> countryside, into the quilted dark fields and the wood, the beginning of
> the true forest, where a bit of the ordeal ahead starts to show, and our
> hearts to feel afraid . . .
>
> What does "blighted" mean here?****
>
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