GR translation: more steeply than the waking will ever need

[Mark Kohut]

Seconded. 




----- Original Message -----
From: David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com>
To: Paul Mackin <mackin.paul at verizon.net>
Cc: pynchon-l at waste.org
Sent: Monday, October 22, 2012 5:14 PM
Subject: Re: GR translation: more steeply than the waking will ever need

I think Paul is correct.

On Mon, Oct 22, 2012 at 3:50 PM, Paul Mackin <mackin.paul at verizon.net> wrote:
> B\On 10/22/2012 11:53 AM, Paul Mackin wrote:
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>> On 10/22/2012 11:15 AM, David Morris wrote:
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>>> Oh.  I misread "waking" for "walking."
>>>
>>> The opposite of waking might be sleeping, AKA the Dead.  Ghosts do abound
>>> in GR.
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>> Another idea might be that large ships in the area produce wakes
>> overflowing the banks,  requiring slanted esplanades for runoff.
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> I should be more explicit in trying to answer Mike's question.
>
> By my calculation, "waking" here means the production of turbulence by boats
> or ships moving through the water.  Creating a wake. Making waves.
>
> The -ing form  of this kind of wake may be ad hoc-- of Pynchon's invention--
> but the ordinary noun form, used literally or figuratively in this sense,
> occurs in the book ten times.  By Kindle count.  PP. 181, 190, 218, 225,
> 324, 343 389. 501, 529, 667. Pynchon's an old salt.
>
> Slow no wakes.
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>>> On Mon, Oct 22, 2012 at 9:06 AM, Bekah <bekah0176 at sbcglobal.net> wrote:
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>>>> Could that be "the waking" as opposed to "the dreaming"?
>>>>
>>>> Bekah
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> On Oct 21, 2012, at 11:56 PM, Mike Jing <gravitys.rainbow.cn at gmail.com>
>>>> wrote:
>>>>
>>>>> P227.38-228.7  They are standing among black curly skeletons of iron
>>>>> benches, on the empty curve of this esplanade, banked much more
>>>>> steeply than the waking will ever need: vertiginous, trying to spill
>>>>> them into the sea and be rid of this. The day has grown colder.
>>>>> Neither of them can stay balanced for long, every few seconds one or
>>>>> the other must find a new footing. He reaches and turns up the collar
>>>>> of her coat, holds her cheeks then in his palms . . . is he trying to
>>>>> bring back the color of flesh? He looks down, trying to see into her
>>>>> eyes, and is puzzled to find tears coming up to fill each one, soaking
>>>>> in among her lashes, mascara bleeding out in fine black swirls . . .
>>>>> translucent stones, trembling in their sockets. . . .
>>>>>
>>>>> What does "the waking" refer to here?
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