NP: For Your Consideration

[Paul Mackin]

I had a work friend once who was always saying his preference was for  the
interstices.  This was very long ago but I think it was something like, in
Pynchonian terms,  preferring the noise to the signal. Or maybe the
excluded middle. He had a very interesting mind. I wish I could remember an
example.

On Wed, Jan 17, 2018 at 6:40 AM, Mark Kohut <mark.kohut at gmail.com> wrote:

> This line is within throwing distance of a terrif Pynchon line, imho.
>
> "Meaning is being made in the saccades and the interstitial spaces you
> ignore."  Even better than Jochen's pun, we get a new image of the real
> world's meaning  as not found on paper. Not in them there university press
> books. The real territory is in the holes in the map, so to imagine.
>
> Yes, I had to look up 'saccades', didju?
>
>  As above, so below.
>
> On Tue, Jan 16, 2018 at 2:16 PM, rich <richard.romeo at gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> Dylan's Mr Jones was a bit more easy on the ear
>>
>> On Mon, Jan 15, 2018 at 5:44 PM, Joseph Tracy <brook7 at sover.net> wrote:
>>
>>> I don’t quite know who he is addressing
>>> or what are the miracles
>>> or when they begin
>>> otherwise it does seem highly insulting
>>>
>>> > On Jan 15, 2018, at 4:01 PM, Monte Davis <montedavis49 at gmail.com>
>>> wrote:
>>> >
>>> > From Gnomon, by Nick Harkaway:
>>> >
>>> > "You sit reading news that has nothing new in it, telling yourself
>>> that because you hold in your hand some glossy skeuomorphic lozenge you are
>>> technologically au fait, and that because you know where in the endless
>>> repetition of tribal politics and fairy dust economics your world is, or
>>> have consumed many of those books published in pale cream jackets by
>>> university presses, you are somehow informed about what is important.
>>> >
>>> > You are not. Meaning is being made in the saccades and the
>>> interstitial spaces you ignore. When the miracles begin, you will declare
>>> that the world has taken a great leap forward, and —wearing the amazed
>>> expression of a pantomime clown—you will quote Proust as tomorrow’s
>>> children make jokes that derive their humour from puns invoking senses you
>>> do not have. You will wear your bewilderment first as modish nostalgia and
>>> then as politically charged performance art, and finally as a proud, doomed
>>> ethical position whose idiot gravity you cannot escape. You will go to your
>>> grave protesting that everyone else has misunderstood. Oh, bravo. Bravo."
>>>
>>> -
>>> Pynchon-l / http://www.waste.org/mail/?listpynchon-l
>>>
>>
>>
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