V. strand wolf in the fog

[Bled Welder]

Okay fine. Morris's interpretations always make oddly sense to me.

What about the Others...?

On Tue, Feb 26, 2013 at 9:34 PM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:

> It's a sci-fi image.  "beach [as] alien as the moon's antarctic" is the
> key missing word.
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> But remember that V. Is very moonish.
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> On Tuesday, February 26, 2013, Lewis Zhang wrote:
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>> I'm mostly interested in interpretations of the phrase "beach alien as
>> the moon's antarctic". What did he mean when he wrote this? Is "beach
>> alien" an allusion to something earlier in the novel?
>>
>> Where exactly is the "moon's antarctic"?
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>> On Tue, Feb 26, 2013 at 8:54 PM, Lewis Zhang <lewiszhang at gmail.com>wrote:
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>> I feel like I must've met these two on an LSD trip sometime in the 80's.
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>> On Tue, Feb 26, 2013 at 8:50 PM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:
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>> Has anyone ever seen Iris and Bled in the same room at the same Time?
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>> On Tuesday, February 26, 2013, Iris Sirius wrote:
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>> id be more than happy to provide context.  but, i dont know when you got
>> on here, me a psilocybin freakout kickstarted me a year ago. But im not
>> about one to "go into the archives".  never have never will.  but ill
>> giveyoumy thoughts all you want. on archives, ask m.bailey. hes into it. i
>> dont think he's a bot.
>> if you care to research the bots on this list, ask Bailey.
>> On Feb 26, 2013 8:38 PM, "Lewis Zhang" <lewiszhang at gmail.com> wrote:
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>> I'm going to need a bit of context before I can even begin to comprehend
>> what you're trying to communicate here.
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>> On Tue, Feb 26, 2013 at 8:35 PM, Bled Welder <bledwelder at gmail.com>wrote:
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>> On Tue, Feb 26, 2013 at 8:10 PM, Lewis Zhang <lewiszhang at gmail.com>wrote:
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>> 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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>> Lewis, there is no deconstructing that piece of imagery.  I mean you can
>> deconstrust it all you want, toss in nifty meanings and quote "scholars"
>> with opinions too on the matter.
>>
>> What you just quoted?  It means *nothing*.  It's just a kid jerking
>> off.  That's *all* it is.
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>> I asked you to beware Pynchon studies, and you came up with this.  I'll
>> ask you again: save yourself.  That piece of trash you just quoted *means
>> nothing*.  I mean literally.  It doesn't mean anything.  Get over
>> yourself as a literary agent.  That shit means nothing--but sounds great.
>> That's it.  I just gave you Pynchon in a nutshell.
>>
>> Beware, again, my son, of adhering to anyone who finds "truths" in
>> Pynchon.  They aren't there.  If you think you will find guidance by
>> listening to Kohuticus or Well In Town....your fucked.  Don't go there.
>>
>> Imagine being a genius, but with nothing really to say.  Now think
>> Pynchon.  Realize it, man.
>>
>> Has Kohutikus really, in our worst nightmare, just spent three days
>> discussing the meterorites in Against on page 986, one little paragraph, at
>> the bottom?
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>> Then Well In Town comes in with vast sources of people who anyone with a
>> brain realizes is a Gypsie rippoff..  Because so is Well In Town.  Ask
>> yourself: does Well In Town *have*  a personality? Does Kohutikus?
>>
>> Not really.  They're fucking robots, man.  Believe it.
>>
>> Watch carefully the way they respond and write posts.   They're bots.
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