M & D Group Read (cont)

Wed Jan 10 12:22:31 CST 2018

"Voice unlocaliz'd" is also, I think, a yoo-hoo (you-who?) from TRP, whose
narrative voices move with unique and subtle variety into and out of
characters' consciousness -- freely in GR and AtD, more pinned to
Cherrycoke and other within-the-novel narrators here. As one of those old
Nicks said: "an infinite circle whose center is everywhere and whose
circumference is nowhere."

On Wed, Jan 10, 2018 at 12:57 PM, Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net> wrote:

> Wow. Perfect  quote to provide contrast between edged, bordered,
> localized  and myterious, unlocalized, radiant  center.  What is the
> voice?. Conscience? Spirit? Deity? Dragon wisdom?
>
> This statement comes after Mason wonders about the consequences of their
> borderline, whether  the good will outweigh the bad. The quote appears to
> come from the duck but is sandwiched  without quote marks between  the
> Ducks quoted response: ‘Wonder, that’s all?…"What about care don’t you
> care?” The “one of the Enigmata…” statement becomes structurally a
> dislocated example of what it is saying.
>
> Is the appearance of this intervention of unlocalized voice on page 666
> satiric and light or a reference to the war between the NT book of
> revelation Beast( having the number 666) and the risen Christ? P seems to
> take pagination seriously but???
>
> Pushing the idea a bit, but well within the frequent role of spiritual
> themes in M&D is the fact that Jesus in the NT frequently challenges
> artificial lines including the authority of the Torah: “ You have heard it
> said by them of old an eye for…….but I say “   “ It is not what goes into
> the mouth that defiles.. but what comes from the heart..”  'Beware the
> scribes and Pharisees who bind heavy burdens but don’t stoop to…’
>
>
>
>
> > On Jan 8, 2018, at 2:55 PM, Monte Davis <montedavis49 at gmail.com> wrote:
> >
> > "One of the Enigmata of the Invisible World, is how a Voice unlocaliz’d
> may yet act powerfully as a moral Center." (666)
> >
> >
> > On Mon, Jan 8, 2018 at 12:32 PM, Paul Mackin <mackin.paul at gmail.com>
> wrote:
> > Date: Sat, 24 Jan 1998 11:00:35 -0500 (EST)
> > From: Paul Mackin
> > To:   pynchon-l@[omitted]
> > Subject: The E-word
> >
> > Below are my notes on the occurence
> >  of "edge" in M&D.
> > Have no way of knowing how much underreporting there is.
> > I read the book from start to finish and made a note
> > whenever the word jumped out at me. As far as the most common
> > usage of the word is concerned it would seem if anything that
> > P is quite reticent, i.e., "edge" would occur with greater
> > frequency  in average writing. However P's exotic usage of the
> > word seems ABOVE average in frequency. This is just gut reaction. I
> > haven't done any analysis.
> >
> >                       P.
> >
> >
> >
> > 10  It took me till I was lying among he Rats and Vermin, upon the
> freezing
> > edge of a Future invisible, to understand that my name had never been my
> own,__
> > 24  How is he  suppossed to ignore this pure Edge of blood-love?
> > 34  --the Cold of apprpaching Night carrying an edge, the possiblity that
> > by
> > Morning the Weather will be quite brisk indeed . . .
> > 62   Somehwat as his Neighbors each strenuous Sunday profers belief in
> the
> > Great Struggle at the End of the World
> > 93   Briefly we behold the gray edge of a cloud of despair . . .
> > 110  Rol-ling out the Elkdge-ware Ro-od,--
> > 121  'Tis the British Way to take the extra step that may one day give
> us an
> > Edge when we need one
> > 137  "What?" Mason begins to edge toward the Tent opening.
> > 132 Maskelyne's voice, in such times of stress, edges toward a
> throat-bas'd
> > Soprano
> > 160  He was quite distraugh, and but a pace or two from the Edge of the
> > precipice.
> > 171  She put upon her R the same vigorous Edge, as his father on a
> difficult
> > day,--
> > 172 Maskelyne's Observing Suit is edging into Visability.
> > 219  Over Wearside, here at Nightfall, exactly upon this Edge between
> sunlight too bright to see much by and . . .
> > 264 "My point exactly!" cries Ethelmer, who had been edging toward the
> > Spirits, mindful that at some point he shall have to edge past his cousin
> > Tenebrae.
> > 271  is slowly absorb'd into a mirthful Cloud of tartan-edg'd Emerald
> > Green and luminous Coral Taffeta.
> > 273  . . . sentimental ever held back even at the Edge of breaking
> forth, in
> > Fragments, as Glass breaks.
> > 309  . . . the dogs run obssessibely to and fro, all 'round the Edges,
> > faces a-twist with Efforts to understand
> > 324  by which if he kept to a Fiduciary Edge of Right Procedure, he might
> > profit, whilst retaining his Sanity.
> > 329 . . . will have found its way by the poundful up the nostrils and
> > into the brains of these by then alert youths, lending a feverish edge
> > to all they  speak and do.
> > 337  . . . suggesting locating the exact center of New Castle by taking
> > a sheet of paper showing a map of the Town, trimming 'round the edges
> > til only the Town remains, . . .
> > 338  . . . , but fifteen years ago in the era of Don Vicente Lopez, there
> > was an apprehenisve Edge in this Town as soon as the Sun went down,
> > that . . .
> > 345 He sets his Lips as for a conventional, or Toroidal, Smoke_Ring, but
> out
> > instead comes a Ring like a Length of Ribbon clos'd in a Circle, with a
> > single Twist in it, possessing thereby but one Side and one Edge . . .
> > (elipsis in  original)
> > 354  Then one has Mr. Edgewise . . . . (eilips in orig.)
> > 383  A close observer, did one attend, might see him begin to flicker
> > 'round the edges.
> > 387  Taking what seems far too long, he peers up and down the newly
> > glitt'ring Edge, . . .
> > 387  She is so flabber-gasting this Macaroni with it that he seems to
> fall
> > into a contemplative Daze before the deep Undulations, a Dreamer at the
> > Edge of the Sea.
> > 387  I am become a Target for his Instruments edg'd and pointed.
> > 395  There is an Edge to Young Romance, this year, that none of those
> > testing its Sharpness may recoginize, quite yet.
> > 396  Three young Ladies are peeping 'round the 'Door-way, like shorebirds
> > at the edge of the Water, stepping nicely in and out of that Aura of
> > Tobacco-Smoke that Men for centluries have understood keeps women away
> > as well as were they Bug
> >
> > 401  We've seen 'em all, all manner of Traveler, saints and sinners,
> green
> > and season'd some who could teach Eels to wriggle and some who were pure
> > fiduciary Edge, and I'll tell you, this one . . . I don't know.
> > 403  The Telescpe stands in its own Window'd Observatory at the Top of
> > the House, before it the Edge of the River, . . .
> > 406  The tone balanc'd upon a Blade's Edge, between Pity and Contempt.
> > 415 Whereupon a golden Edge of Pleasure proceeds to bisect him upwardly
> > all the way from his Ballocks to his heart, which these days is a
> > lengthy journey.
> > 416 advised by friend and enemy that his only decent course would be to
> > step off the Edge of the World.--
> > 423 "What, this? 'tis a Tub, Sir." Hoping the Echo may give him and Edge.
> > 450  "Why are you all edging away from me like that?"
> > 441  . . . curiously prostrated before the chunk of Rose Quartz where
> > cross the Latitude of the south Edge of Philadelphia . . .
> > 485  then returning to this Radiance that flares from behind edges of
> > Shapes uncertain,--
> > 517  reaching with her arms, run to the roof's edge and into the Air, . .
> > 528  . . . tho their Wonderful Telegraph gives them in that Article
> > an Edge over the rest of Christendom, . . .
> > 545 .. .  for the struggle Zarpazo and I must enact upon the very mortal
> > Edge of this great Torrent of Sha,--
> > 561  . . . then at the edges of my vision, Blurs appear'd, . . .
> > 577 . . . Ev'rybody's feeling edgy.
> > 589 --flowing up over the edge . . . indeed, it keeps coming for longer
> > than it should.
> > 592  . . . with hundreds of firmly attach'd sword-quality Blades, whose
> > hone edges flicker with sanguinary light.
> > 594  looking for someone who can help him out of the edg'd ,and now
> > perhaps even venomous, iron weapon he is wearing.
> > 597  The breeze has a cold edge.
> > 601  Yet removing Trees to create a pair of perfectly straight Edges,
> > is to invite Sha, . . .
> > 638  form up at the western edge of town, . . .
> > 650 --thro' some Energy  unknown, ever are we haunted by the Edge
> > so precise, so near.
> > 553  as if they liv'd at the edge of some great lighted Sky-Structure,
> > 692  Smugglers of Tobacco, Dye-stuffs, and edg'd Implements flee their
> > Storage-Cabins in the middle of the night,
> > 697  at which point the Enterpriser has edg'd his way as far as the door.
> > 704  saw at the edges of Rooms from the corners of Eyes, shouted to up
> > or down a Visto.
> > 746  As if here, at the Edge of the World,
> > 752  The Fret has gather'd in the waste places, cross'd them, and come
> > to the Edge of the Town.
> > 754 Busy withd rebellion, America drew back toward the edges of Dixon's
> > Frame, where the shadows gather'd.
> > 758  and so she turn'd terrible, as she had ever been a shadow's Edge
> away
> > from doing anyway.
> > 766  At the last of the Day-light, providentially, at the Edge of York,
> > they smell wood-smoke with a sensible Fat Component,
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > On Mon, Jan 8, 2018 at 4:42 AM, Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:
> > in the chapters around the LED, there are lots of
> > animal references. Ape. The LED lusting after blood
> > at Cock-Fights. "How is he supposed to ignore this Edge of
> blood-love?"--another Bleeding Edge allusion
> > and the edge itself--not around the edges as Joseph recently noted ---
> > is another hard geometric bad shit trope in Pynchon.
> >
> > "Back at the Cock-Fights", Fender-Belly Bodine.....I seem to just now
> notice that the Cock-Fights were ongoing
> > fictionally in the whole chapter...a backdrop of the whole LED
> section....
> >
> > There are the lines about the LED being like a human.
> >
> > In the wake of the Age of Reason, with the LED as the synecdoche,
> > it seems Pynchon wants to remind us--delightfully, of course, yet
> fully---that we
> > are still animals, enjoying Cock-Fights---"that Substance which we are
> not
> > supposed to acknowledge drips and flies 'ev'rywhere.." Humans, like the
> LED,
> > will not acknowledge the blood upon which their lives rest.
> >
> > In a notional associative way, I remember that luxury liner in AtD which
> is also
> > a battleship albeit unknown to the luxury travelers.
> >
> >
> > What was that line some Big Political Leader Guy said, last century,
> when asked
> > about the salutary effects of The Enlightenment on the world?
> > "I'm still waiting to see it." (very paraphrased and shaky memory)
> >
> >
> >
> >
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