Oedipa's Nighttown. Goes out to The Mexican Girl in second last para, so to speak.

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Iin V., Paola Maijstral turns men into swine and spreads her magic
from Malta to Virginia and back again.

Lots of Men in P-fictions like the girls young and rebellious,
adventurous, and, did I mention young.

Put a dead cat on the railroad tracks
When the wolf bains
Bloomin' by the tressel
And get the eyeball of a rooster
And the stones from a ditch
And wash 'em down with bilge water
And you say, "You'll never snitch"

Take the buttons from a yellow jacket
The feather from a buzzard
The blood from a bounty hunters cold black heart
Catch the tears of a widow
In a thimble made of glass
Tell your mama and your papa
They can kick your ass

Poison all the water in the wishin' well
And hang all them scarecrows
>From a sycamore tree
Burn down all those honeymoons
Put 'em in a pillow case
And wait next to the switch blades
At the amusement park for me

Strangle all the Christmas carols
Scratch out all your prayers
Tie 'em up with barbed wire
And push them down the stairs
And I'll whittle you a pistol
For keepin' nightmares of your blinds
Them son of a bitches always
Seem to sneak up from behind

Syphon all the gas
>From your daddy's pickup truck
Fill up Johnny's T-bird
I got a couple of bucks
Put a little perfume
And ribbon in your hair
Careful that you don't wake up the hounds

Tear a bolt of lightnin'
Of the side of the sky
And throw it in the cedar chest
If you want to tell me why
Bring the gear shift knob from a 49 Merc
And lay down here beside me
Let me hold you in the dirt

You're gonna tremble
Tear the throat out of the night
Sink your teeth into my shoulder
Dig your nails into my back
Tell that little girl to let go of my sleeve
You'll be a woman when I catch you
Come baby, fall in love with me

With my double barrel shotgun
And a whole box of shells
We'll celebrate the fourth of July
We'll do 100 M.P.H.
Spendin', someone else's dough
And we'll drive all the way to Reno
On the wrong side of the road

On the wrong side of the road
On the wrong side of the road
Wrong side of the road
Wrong side of the road
Wrong side of the road



On Tue, Jan 26, 2016 at 10:51 AM, Thomas Eckhardt
<thomas.eckhardt at uni-bonn.de> wrote:
> Interesting thought.
>
> Apart from the visit to Hades/the Underworld -- is there something in this
> section of CL49 (I don't have the book handy) that might justifiably be read
> as a transformation of men into pigs, a metamorphosis (if not a "met him
> pike hoses" which would presumably be under the responsibility of a
> different department in the Ministry of Witchcraft and Religious Beliefs)?
> We are talking about Circe, after all...
>
>
> On Tue, 26 Jan 2016 07:09:53 -0500
>  Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>> Been thinking on Oedipa's all night busride in Lot 49. pp 98ff
>>
>> I do think it might be intellectually inspired by Joyce's Nighttown
>> section in Ulysses, where we encounter the brothels and lots of
>> the underclass worlds so to oversimplify. You can look it up.
>
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