BEg2 ch 15 something reminding of something

[Michael Bailey]

Not in service of interpretation or message but just to appreciate a nice
linkage -

“ This little island reminds her of something, and it takes her a minute to
see what.
            As if you could reach into the looming and prophetic landfill,
that perfect negative
            of the city in its seething foul incoherence, and find a set of
invisible links to
            click on and be crossfaded at last to unexpected refuge, a
piece of the ancient estuary
            exempt from what happened, what has gone on happening, to the
rest of it.”

This - oh! it’s like Walter Benjamin’s angel, isn’t it?

 I was going to say moments like this crop up in the oeuvre from time to
time and I always enjoy them, like the Spanish explorers in IV, or, like,
all of AtD, the historical feel & the linkage of the wreckage we might see
with the actions of real people we can somewhat sympathize with acting upon
the landscape of their time as we are acting upon the landscape of ours…and
the relation of that to the computer game where the same feeling of
exploration comes into play…and the economic forces divvying or trivvying
that up into trash, profit, and inspiration (shit, money, and the word?)

But also - my real point - especially in an older city, there are some real
cool spots if you look around & so forth (deep, eh?)