V. strand wolf in the fog

[David Morris]

It must be deconstructed as poetry.  How does one begin?  Lots of
association, which ain't stable.  Conjecture, etc.  but the early Pynchon
left many bread crumb trails to follow in V. & GR.

On Tuesday, February 26, 2013, Lewis Zhang wrote:

> V., pp. 297
>
> enemies that would be with him to the grave: a sun with no shape, a beach
>> alien as the moon's antarctic, restless concubines in barbed wire, salt
>> mists, alkaline earth, the Benguela Current that would never cease bringing
>> sand to raise the harbor floor, the inertia of rock, the frailty of flesh,
>> the structural unreliability of thorns; the unheard whimper of a dying
>> woman; the frightening but necessary cry of the strand wolf in the fog.
>
>
> Can anybody help me deconstruct this amazing piece of imagery?
>
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