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

[ish mailian]

GR is a celebration, dare I say a song of praise of Nature, of Earth,
its Diversity and its Natural Forces that sustain and maintain Life
through Natural Cyclical Return. Now that Spring has returned here in
the North American Continent, I find it so easy to see, all about me,
in ever stone, the meaning in Pynchon's poetry. It is there in the
amazing banana. In the amazing penis, not the one that somehow sees
into the the future of rocket erections and launches and strikes, but
in the phallic potency, the sperm that, amazing but true, swims, like
a song played on a harp through rivers and oceans and across
continents, and sure it carries Zika too.  The ICBM may cross oceans
too, but it carries Death, Reversal, no Return.

On Tue, Mar 29, 2016 at 6:52 AM, ish mailian <ishmailian at gmail.com> wrote:
> 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.
-
Pynchon-l / http://www.waste.org/mail/?list=pynchon-l