IGNORE PREVIOUS POST AND READ THIS CORRECTED POST. WENT UNFINISHED into a cavity of air accidentally .

[Mark Kohut]

Begins with what may be an allusion to the famous end of Gatsby, "Long
waves beat diagonally against the beach"..then ", crests
stretched tight, already welted white [Yay, translator!] wrap around a
cavity of air crushed by the clear mass like a secret made and then broken".
[MK...Yes, back to Gatsby, I say, "borne back ceaselessly into the
past"......that past returning like a broken secret...yeahp]
"The crashing swells knock children off their feet, spin them around, drag
them flat against the pebbly ground."....
......."The word for the short waves on the Baltic was: *scrabbly."*

a Jersey shore two hours south of New York City. Which is working class New
Jersey. Perhaps where Gatsby's American Dream had not found footing
yet....in Johnson's vision. A vision of MOST of America?    Not Nick and
Gatsby's Long Island and it is August 1967, one year after that utopian
beach movie quest, THE ENDLESS SUMMER was released in the US....and Johnson
gives us THIS counterforceful objective correlative contrasting it with
"under the beach, the cobblestones" slogan of France in 1968, right?

The beach and its waves and the stones are both here, no excluded middle,
so to Pynchonize.  I'll see.

Meanwhile, I just love geniuses upon whose shoulders I can see endless
summers. I sometimes think.