BtZ42 Time in GR, early (for Monte, h/t to Kai)

[ish mailian]

Pirate and the Others are focused on the time of the Rocket. Its
speed, its distance, its V.
Our Being is in Earth not Sky.
We are not Angels (Rilke) or rockets, but fruit of the mortal and
immortal tree.
Like the Banana, the meshes only God knows of.

On Tue, Mar 29, 2016 at 6:31 AM, Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:
> p. 6 "knives of the seasons", 'all stumbled together" ...of unbelievable
> topsoil
>
> p 11 "Pirate takes up the last dipper of mead, feels it go valving down the
> throat as if it's time, time in its summer tranquility, he
> swallows."........besides the possible compressed buried allusion to
> Dandelion Wine (as mead) also in Lot 49 notice that time ripens to good
> stuff......
>
> more to come.
>
> We live in, must embrace Time;  we find our being in time, as Heidegger
> might always be saying, but Kai will tell me fer sure.
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