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[Mark Kohut]

Yeahp, one might and maybe should. Think, everyone, think!
I think of Hunter in Against the Day.

Also from the wiki, my earlier self post, I think.

5.32 *all got scumbled together, eventually, by the knives of the seasons,
to an impasto, feet thick, of unbelievable black topsoil*

http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=scumbled "To blur the outlines of:
a writer who scumbled the line that divides history and fiction."

A-and the wonderful phrase, "knives of the seasons" embodies another
lifelong deep theme in Pynchon's work: that the 'wheeling' of time [see
later in *Gravity's Rainbow* and *Against the Day*], the cycle of nature,
is an ineluctable good thing, even as it knifes us, ravages, us. It
thickens us, impasto-like, gives us topsoil in our characters, so to speak.

Recapitulated later in "...corrode in the busy knives of weather pushing
relentlessly into all the rooms." p532

On Wed, Mar 23, 2016 at 6:49 AM, Monte Davis <montedavis49 at gmail.com> wrote:

> "scumbled," "impasto," [painter's] "knives" = all terms for paint on
> canvas. If one didn't know that it's Bad Science that does mean things to
> molecules, one might ask some questions about art.
>
> On Wed, Mar 23, 2016 at 6:31 AM, Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> p. 5 "Corydon Throsp, an acquaintance of the Rossetti's" ---
>> Romantic and religious family who gathered writers and others together.
>>
>> "all got stumbled together, eventually, by the knives of the seasons"--
>> love that Good Things phrase, that anarchy of nature creating
>> "unbelievable black topsoil"
>>
>
>
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