gaaah...kreplach! -- two openings

jochen stremmel jstremmel at gmail.com
Sat Sep 22 04:32:42 CDT 2012


A-a-and remember re: the window jump in Vineland the opening scene of
V where there is "one potential berserk studying the best technique
for jumping through a plate glass window"

2012/9/22 Michael Bailey <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com>:
> i almost da's'n't -- but in the spirit of compare / contrast, and in
> the knowledge that the following comments will probably bear the same
> unsavory relationship to the text as the dread kreplach does to the
> savory ingredients...
>
>
> ok - two openings:
>
> GR - the screaming comes across the sky, the dream passage, pirate
> saving bloat, and as pirate sort of wakes up, we're implanted with the
> idea that there is a message -- in addition to the destruction it
> contains -- there is an actual message in the Rocket, for those
> deputized and solemnized and trained, with their Special Talents...so
> we of course aspire to be among those who read that message...there's
> a new election, a new preterition, you didn't think you'd be saved,
> old chap..., but in some ways you can crunch the whole tale down into
> something that's presaged and mise en scened very thoroughly in the
> opening
>
>
> Vineland - old Zoyd is sleeping late, this is something that more
> people should do (imho) because it feels so good... and the bluejays
> on the roof and the vines twining about the window, as Benny profane
> said to Rachel, let's try it with a fig leaf next time - it is not
> good for man to be alone -- but once you know the plot, you know that
> he's about to jump thru the window, which is in fact not glass but
> spun sugar...and the actual jump itself is girt about with flashbacks
> to the planning of the jump, the reason for the jump, the
> heartbreaking stresses to which he's subject, 'the betrayals of which
> i am part' as Roy Harper put it in McGoohan's Blues...
> anyway, the crunch fest, like some sugary cereal or cheetos, here in
> this opening, is the fact that Zoyd is making a leap of faith...a-and
> of course, the trajectory is similar yet different -- he's powered by
> human muscle and blood, flesh and bone...instead of by liquid
> hydrogen...he's guided by experience and flashbacks, instead of vane
> servomotors and gyroscopes...he's doing something publicly crazy for
> love of his daughter and his ex, instead of for revenge...
>
>
> gaahhh - kreplach!
>
>
> --
> - where the bee sucks, there suck I



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