GR translation: rank, dope-perfume, a hood of smell

[Mike Jing]

Interesting.  I asked mostly because the published translation went for the
other interpretation.

Thanks for replying, Jochen, David, and Robert.

On Sat, Feb 6, 2016 at 1:35 AM, Jochen Stremmel <jstremmel at gmail.com> wrote:

> Yes, Mike, you were, David and Robert are right: on second third and
> fourth thought I think so, too, it's primarily the smell.
>
> (What a great passage!)
>
> 2016-02-06 3:49 GMT+01:00 Robert Mahnke <rpmahnke at gmail.com>:
>
>> Agree, and also because what immediately follows -- "dope-perfume, a
>> hood of smell" -- is about odor as well.
>>
>> On Tue, Feb 2, 2016 at 5:57 AM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>>> I'd say it is primarily the smell, since the product of fumaroles
>>> steaming the tropical growth being like the steam from a pot of greens is
>>> what is being described.
>>>
>>> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fumarole
>>>
>>> David Morris
>>>
>>> On Tue, Feb 2, 2016 at 6:46 AM, Jochen Stremmel <jstremmel at gmail.com>
>>> wrote:
>>>
>>>> No, in my eyes it refers to the greens in a pot, the first definition
>>>> in the following dictionary entry:
>>>>
>>>> rank 2 |raNGk|
>>>> adjective
>>>> 1 (of vegetation) growing too thickly and coarsely.
>>>> 2 (especially of air or water) having a foul or offensive smell.
>>>> • informal very unpleasant: the tea at work is nice but the coffee's
>>>> pretty rank.
>>>> 3 [ attrib. ] (especially of something bad or deficient) complete and
>>>> utter (used for emphasis): rank stupidity | rank amateurs | a rank outsider.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> 2016-02-02 13:14 GMT+01:00 Mike Jing <gravitys.rainbow.cn at gmail.com>:
>>>>
>>>>> V720.9-20, P734.23-34   Finally past the futile guesses at what might
>>>>> happen . . . now and then re-erasing brain to keep it clean for the Visit .
>>>>> . . yes wasn’t it close to here? remember didn’t you sneak away from camp
>>>>> to have a moment alone with What you felt stirring across the land . . . it
>>>>> was the equinox . . . green spring equal nights . . . canyons are opening
>>>>> up, at the bottoms are steaming fumaroles, steaming the tropical life there
>>>>> like greens in a pot, rank, dope-perfume, a hood of smell . . . human
>>>>> consciousness, that poor cripple, that deformed and doomed thing, is about
>>>>> to be born. This is the World just before men. Too violently pitched alive
>>>>> in constant flow ever to be seen by men directly. They are meant only to
>>>>> look at it dead, in still strata, transputrefied to oil or coal.
>>>>>
>>>>> Does "rank" here refer to the smell?
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>
>>
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