BtZ42 Section 9 (pp 53-60): Jessica wakes

[ish mailian]

P in English, with the alliteration and sprung rhythms, it is Jessica
you mourn for.

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On Fri, May 13, 2016 at 6:51 AM, ish mailian <ishmailian at gmail.com> wrote:
> This episode is a fine example of Pynchon's poetic, parodistic, power.
> The fantastic doll and fairy tale imagery and language, of longing,
> for memories of childhood, magically, as in Wagner's Old Norse
> sources, where the Thunder rumbles with violence but can not cross the
> chasm to pursue the shiledmaiden.  The village is safe.
>
> Her village
> The searchlights could stay
> to light the night
> and barrage balloons
> to populate
> fat and friendly
> the daybreak
> everything, even the explosions
> in the distance might stay
> as long as they went to no purpose
> as long as no one had to die
> ...
> couldn't it be that way?
> only excitement
> sound and light
> a storm approaching in the summer
> only kind thunder?
>
> And while tempted to analyze J's dreams, her wish, we know its purpose
> here is too pure for analysis, to pure for poison's plotting.
>
> Its poetry mocks, makes vivid the satire, the mock erudition, its
> fantasy and fantastic beauty expose the pointlessness of Pointsman,
> the boyish ego of Mexico. All decoding, even yours dear read, is out
> foxed by a dog that has its day.
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