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[David Morris]

And has crossroads has many mythical and psychological connections:

1.  It is the cross-hairs of a weapon's viewfinder, related to a
four-fin-tailed rocket seen straight-on from its top. It is also our globe
seen from atop one of its poles.

2. That shape of cross with a circle is a mandala, a very prominent GR
image:  a Holy Center w/ a fourfold outer division.  The Center is
unreachable, God.  If Slothrop *becomes* a crossroads, that is a very
powerful thing to be.

GR 533.

ROCKETMAN WAS HERE

His first thought was that he'd written it himself and forgot. Odd that
that should've been his first thought, but it was. Might be he was starting
to implicate himself, some yesterday version of himself, in the Combination
against who he was right then. In its sluggish coma, the albatross stirred.

Past Slothrops, say averaging one a day, ten thousand of them, some more
powerful than others, had been going over every sundown to the furious
host. They were the fifth-columnists, well inside his head, waiting the
moment to deliver him to the four other divisions outside, closing in…


So, next to the other graffiti, with a piece of rock, he scratches this
sign:
[image: Gravity's rainbow]

Slothrop besieged. Only after he'd left it half a dozen more places did it
dawn on him that *what he -was really drawing was the A4 rocket, *seen from
below. By which time he had become tuned to other fourfold
expressions-variations on Frans Van der Groov's cosmic windmill-swastikas,
gymnastic symbols FFFF in a circle symmetrically upside down and backward,
Frisch Fromm Frolich Frei over neat doorways in quiet streets, and
crossroads, where you can sit and listen in to traffic from the Other Side,
hearing about the future (no serial time over there: events are all there
in the same eternal moment and so certain messages don't always "make
sense" back here: they lack historical structure, they sound fanciful, or
insane).




On Thu, Feb 14, 2013 at 6:35 AM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:

> That's how I see it.
>
>
> On Thursday, February 14, 2013, alice wellintown wrote:
>
>> Formalist Criticism or a close reading supports the traditional and
>> pluralistic reading, so Slothrop may be an Everyman, or an alegorical
>> figure, an Invisible Man, who, ironically, once his white-washing is
>> wasted, becomes a crossroads and, other things too, but Invisible
>> nonetheless. Formalist will not insist that Slothrop is a character in
>> an Object, a book, at the exclusion of the Psychological, Historical,
>> Biographical Etc...readings. So, both/and here. No?
>>
>> On Wed, Feb 13, 2013 at 10:04 PM, Keith Davis <kbob42 at gmail.com> wrote:
>> > Isn't an experiment something intentional?
>> > On Wed, Feb 13, 2013 at 6:00 PM, <malignd at aol.com> wrote:
>> >>
>> >> In which case, none of us is a Slothrop in that none of us is a
>> singular
>> >> case.  We are all victims of the same experiment.
>> >>
>> >> -----Original Message-----
>> >> From: Ian Livingston <igrlivingston at gmail.com>
>> >> To: Paul Mackin <mackin.paul at verizon.net>
>> >> Cc: pynchon-l <pynchon-l at waste.org>
>> >> Sent: Wed, Feb 13, 2013 11:42 am
>> >> Subject: Re: Discuss
>> >>
>> >> Ours is the first generation in human history to be raised consuming
>> >> petrochemicals in the midst of almost uninterrupted nuclear fallout.
>> What
>> >> makes you think you haven't been experimented upon is called denial in
>> the
>> >> psychoanalytic parlance.
>> >>
>> >> On Wed, Feb 13, 2013 at 7:58 AM, Paul Mackin <mackin.paul at verizon.net>
>> >> wrote:
>> >>>
>> >>> On 2/12/2013 11:14 PM, Michael Bailey wrote:
>> >>>>
>> >>>> On Tue, Feb 12, 2013 at 5:47 PM,  <malignd at aol.com> wrote:
>> >>>>>
>> >>>>> We are not all the semi-famous Baby Tyrone who was handed over to be
>> >>>>> the
>> >>>>> subject of experimentation.  Certanly I wasn't.  You, I don 't know
>> ...
>> >>>>>
>> >>>>> We are all experimented on as children.
>> >>>>>
>> >>>> well, as a lad, my cousin experimented on me by putting my finger in
>> a
>> >>>> vise and tightening it until I got a blood blister.  Setting a
>> >>>> lifelong pattern, I stood there amiably and bemusedly, almost
>> savoring
>> >>>> the feeling, until he tired of the experiment and opened the vise.
>> >>>>
>> >>>> Somehow our parents got word of it - I don't remember making a fuss -
>> >>>> and he was administered gentle verbal correction -- another
>> >>>> experiment, nobody knows how that sort of thing will turn out, but he
>> >>>> grew up to be a kindly adult with whom I converse fearlessly.
>> >>>>
>> >>>
>> >>> My younger sister once rendered me semiconscious swinging a stringed
>> >>> pupet around in the air.  Hard ceramic material of some sort. I never
>> told
>> >>> on her of course.
>> >>>
>> >>> P
>> >>
>> >>
>> >
>> >
>> >
>> > --
>> > www.innergroovemusic.com
>>
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