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> pynchon-l-digest Thursday, September 11 2003 Volume 02 : Number
3544
>
>
>
> Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 12:02:00 -0700
> From: "Glenn Scheper" <glenn_scheper@earthlink.net>
> Subject: NPPF: Commentary to lines 47-48
>
> Part 4 of ?
>
> Some Mental Illness includes inability to drop a line of thought.
>
> When I last posted of _Wasteland_, that:
> > 270 Red sails
> > 271 Wide
> > 272 To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
> > Big Aha! This is coitus: Sails = female; Spar = male.
> I had been thinking of that all weekend, drilling boring
> holes in concrete--for my wife rules the weekends.
>
> The next day I couldn't even see this metaphor, it fit
> so smoothly into its context ostensibly about barges:
> 266 The river sweats
> 267 Oil and tar
> 268 The barges drift
> 269 With the turning tide
> 270 Red sails
> 271 Wide
> 272 To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
> 273 The barges wash
> 274 Drifting logs
> 275 Down Greenwich reach
> 276 Past the Isle of Dogs.
> http://www.bartleby.com/201/1.html
>
> Today I am looking over an harvest, 400 files on a search
> for a man named Wallace (I forgot why he even interests me),
> and the largest is highly relevant, since I also interpret
> LABIA ARE WINGS, as with Seraphs, Now LABIA ARE SAILS too!
> And of course, AF is BIRD, but I'm only coming to see SEA.
>
> http://www.cichw.net/SSSB.htm
> BIRD SHIP SUN SEA
>
> > During the 4,000 year literary period which this essay is
> > attempting to skim, the emphasis on the means by which the
> > dead are transported to the other world shifts gradually
> > from a winged creature, of decreasingly monstrous aspect, to
> > the sea-going ship. Both concepts are nonetheless
> > continuously in evidence throughout and beyond this span.
> > Pictures of sea-craft appear on funerary urns in Egypt from
> > the 4th millenium BC; and the ship as bird, and on occasion
> > vice versa --- wings can be thought of as sails --- has been
> > a stock simile in the mouths of poets for at least a
> > thousand years. The Beowulf poet pictures the foam-throated
> > ship which carries Beowulf and his companions to their first
> > adventure as breasting the waves, fugle gelīcost, "most
> > like a bird" (Klaeber l.218). Tennyson, many of whose poems
> > evoke the sea, describes how "a pinnace, like a flutter'd
> > bird, came flying from far away" (470); and in H.E.Boulton's
> > Skye Boat Song, the ship of Prince Charles Edward's
> > salvation is urged to "Speed, bonny boat, like a bird on the
> > wing". But before turning to the links between ships, the
> > sea, the sun, and man's last voyage, we have not yet
> > finished with the birds and their other-worldly
> > associations.
>
> Yours truly,
> Glenn Scheper
> http://home.earthlink.net/~glenn_scheper/
> glenn_scheper + at + earthlink.net
> Copyleft(!) Forward freely.
>
> ------------------------------
>
>
> Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 17:42:47 -0400
> From: "Jasper Fidget" <fakename@verizon.net>
> Subject: RE: NPPF Comm3: Misc notes (4)
>
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: owner-pynchon-l@waste.org [mailto:owner-pynchon-l@waste.org] On
> > Behalf Of Jasper Fidget
> > Sent: Wednesday, September 10, 2003 12:47 PM
> > To: pynchon-l@waste.org
> > Subject: NPPF Comm3: Misc notes (4)
> >
>
> > p. 132 (and elsewhere)
> > "Thuleans"
> >
> > Thule (pronounced too-lee): The Farthest Land; a geographical region
>
> A correction: Ms Krimmel has pointed out that American Heritage has the
> Farthest Land Ultima Thule pronounced as "thoo-lee", and the town in
> Greenland pronounced as "too-lee" -- and Webster concurs.
>
> JF
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 17:49:24 -0400
> From: "Jasper Fidget" <fakename@verizon.net>
> Subject: RE: question
>
> > Behalf Of Terrance
> > Sent: Wednesday, September 10, 2003 5:34 PM
> > Cc: pynchon-l@waste.org
> >
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 20:55:45 -0400
> From: "Scott Badger" <lupine@ncia.net>
> Subject: RE: NPPF Comm3: Misc notes (1)
>
> Jasper:
> > p. 118
> > "As children playing in a castle find
> > In some old closet full of toys, behind
> > The animals and masks, a sliding door
> > [four words heavily crossed out] a secret corridor--"
> >
> > Probably Kinbote's most glaringly fake "variant" to the poem,
> > relating as it
> > does directly to the Zembla story to follow. Was Kinbote just unable to
> > think of anything for the fourth line, or is there some secret
> > passage here
> > that a reader might discover...?
>
> "-on the other side" comes frustratingly close...
>
> Scott Badger
>
today!
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 23:52:19 -0700
> From: "Glenn Scheper" <glenn_scheper@earthlink.net>
> Subject: NPPF: Commentary to lines 47-48
>
> Part 5 of ?
>
> > realistic rose petals cut out of
> > rodstein and large, almost palpable
> > thorns cut out of green marble. Into
> > these roses and thorns there walked a
> > black shadow: a tall, pale, long-nosed,
> > dark-haired young minister whom I had
> > seen around once or twice strode out of
> > the vestry and without seeing me
> > stopped in the middle of the court.
>
> This reflexive rose invaginates the thorn.
> And I need not say it myself, for today's
> net wanderings have yielded another fellow
> of the same ilk to say so authoritatively:
>
> 1. Establishing an AF fellow:
>
> http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/definition.htm
> Andrew Marvell. The Definition of Love.
> MY Love is of a birth as rare
> As 'tis, for object, strange and high ;
> It was begotten by Despair,
> Upon Impossibility.
>
> 2. On (reflexive) phallic thorns:
>
> http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/coronet.htm
> Andrew Marvell. The Coronet
> WHEN for the thorns with which I long, too long,
> With many a piercing wound,
> My Saviour's head have crowned,
>
> 3. on reflexive receptive roses:
>
> http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/dewdrop.htm
> Andrew Marvell: On a Drop of Dew
> SEE, how the orient dew,
> Shed from the bosom of the morn
> Into the blowing roses,
> (Yet careless of its mansion new,
> For the clear region where 'twas born,)
> Round in itself incloses ;
>
> 4. Furthermore, one readable as FF:
>
> http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/younglove.htm
> Marvell. Young Love.
> Come little infant, love me now,
> While thine unsuspected years
> Clear thine aged father's brow
> From cold jealousy and fears.
> ....
> While our sportings are as free
> As the nurse's with the child.
> ....
> Thus as kingdoms, frustrating
> Other titles to their crown,
> In the cradle crown their king,
> So all foreign claims to drown ;
>
> > Guilty disgust contorted his thin lips.
> > He wore spectacles. His clenched hands
> > seemed to be gripping invisible prison
> > bars. But there is no bound to the
> > measure of grace which man may be able
> > to receive. All at once his look
> > changed to one of rapture and
> > reverence.
>
> I of course read prison in FF, remedy in AF.
> Of course, K cannot see it, on his own face.
>
> > I had never seen such a
> > blaze of bliss before but was to
> > perceive something of that splendor, of
> > that spiritual energy and divine
> > vision, now, in another land, reflected
> > upon the rugged and homely face of old
> > John Shade. How glad I was that the
> > vigils I had kept all through the
> > spring had prepared me to observe him
> > at his miraculous midsummer task!
>
> In AF as SUN, transit of, noon ~ midsummer.
> I was impressed by MND as a metanoia, but
> I thought it not the one of AF, but later:
> androgynous Pan (SS, self-suck1er of paps),
> because of (hr:dy :: mo:yr) :: male:female.
> (Or vice versa?)
>
> more tonight...
>
> Yours truly,
> Glenn Scheper
> http://home.earthlink.net/~glenn_scheper/
> glenn_scheper + at + earthlink.net
> Copyleft(!) Forward freely.
>
> ------------------------------
>
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From: "pynchon-l-digest" <owner-pynchon-l-digest@waste.org>
To: <pynchon-l-digest@waste.org>
Sent: Thursday, September 11, 2003 12:00 AM
Subject: pynchon-l-digest V2 #3544
>
> pynchon-l-digest Thursday, September 11 2003 Volume 02 : Number
3544
>
>
>
> Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 12:02:00 -0700
> From: "Glenn Scheper" <glenn_scheper@earthlink.net>
> Subject: NPPF: Commentary to lines 47-48
>
> Part 4 of ?
>
> Some Mental Illness includes inability to drop a line of thought.
>
> When I last posted of _Wasteland_, that:
> > 270 Red sails
> > 271 Wide
> > 272 To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
> > Big Aha! This is coitus: Sails = female; Spar = male.
> I had been thinking of that all weekend, drilling boring
> holes in concrete--for my wife rules the weekends.
>
> The next day I couldn't even see this metaphor, it fit
> so smoothly into its context ostensibly about barges:
> 266 The river sweats
> 267 Oil and tar
> 268 The barges drift
> 269 With the turning tide
> 270 Red sails
> 271 Wide
> 272 To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
> 273 The barges wash
> 274 Drifting logs
> 275 Down Greenwich reach
> 276 Past the Isle of Dogs.
> http://www.bartleby.com/201/1.html
>
> Today I am looking over an harvest, 400 files on a search
> for a man named Wallace (I forgot why he even interests me),
> and the largest is highly relevant, since I also interpret
> LABIA ARE WINGS, as with Seraphs, Now LABIA ARE SAILS too!
> And of course, AF is BIRD, but I'm only coming to see SEA.
>
> http://www.cichw.net/SSSB.htm
> BIRD SHIP SUN SEA
>
> > During the 4,000 year literary period which this essay is
> > attempting to skim, the emphasis on the means by which the
> > dead are transported to the other world shifts gradually
> > from a winged creature, of decreasingly monstrous aspect, to
> > the sea-going ship. Both concepts are nonetheless
> > continuously in evidence throughout and beyond this span.
> > Pictures of sea-craft appear on funerary urns in Egypt from
> > the 4th millenium BC; and the ship as bird, and on occasion
> > vice versa --- wings can be thought of as sails --- has been
> > a stock simile in the mouths of poets for at least a
> > thousand years. The Beowulf poet pictures the foam-throated
> > ship which carries Beowulf and his companions to their first
> > adventure as breasting the waves, fugle gelīcost, "most
> > like a bird" (Klaeber l.218). Tennyson, many of whose poems
> > evoke the sea, describes how "a pinnace, like a flutter'd
> > bird, came flying from far away" (470); and in H.E.Boulton's
> > Skye Boat Song, the ship of Prince Charles Edward's
> > salvation is urged to "Speed, bonny boat, like a bird on the
> > wing". But before turning to the links between ships, the
> > sea, the sun, and man's last voyage, we have not yet
> > finished with the birds and their other-worldly
> > associations.
>
> Yours truly,
> Glenn Scheper
> http://home.earthlink.net/~glenn_scheper/
> glenn_scheper + at + earthlink.net
> Copyleft(!) Forward freely.
>
> ------------------------------
>
>
> Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 17:42:47 -0400
> From: "Jasper Fidget" <fakename@verizon.net>
> Subject: RE: NPPF Comm3: Misc notes (4)
>
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: owner-pynchon-l@waste.org [mailto:owner-pynchon-l@waste.org] On
> > Behalf Of Jasper Fidget
> > Sent: Wednesday, September 10, 2003 12:47 PM
> > To: pynchon-l@waste.org
> > Subject: NPPF Comm3: Misc notes (4)
> >
>
> > p. 132 (and elsewhere)
> > "Thuleans"
> >
> > Thule (pronounced too-lee): The Farthest Land; a geographical region
>
> A correction: Ms Krimmel has pointed out that American Heritage has the
> Farthest Land Ultima Thule pronounced as "thoo-lee", and the town in
> Greenland pronounced as "too-lee" -- and Webster concurs.
>
> JF
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 17:49:24 -0400
> From: "Jasper Fidget" <fakename@verizon.net>
> Subject: RE: question
>
> > Behalf Of Terrance
> > Sent: Wednesday, September 10, 2003 5:34 PM
> > Cc: pynchon-l@waste.org
> >
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 20:55:45 -0400
> From: "Scott Badger" <lupine@ncia.net>
> Subject: RE: NPPF Comm3: Misc notes (1)
>
> Jasper:
> > p. 118
> > "As children playing in a castle find
> > In some old closet full of toys, behind
> > The animals and masks, a sliding door
> > [four words heavily crossed out] a secret corridor--"
> >
> > Probably Kinbote's most glaringly fake "variant" to the poem,
> > relating as it
> > does directly to the Zembla story to follow. Was Kinbote just unable to
> > think of anything for the fourth line, or is there some secret
> > passage here
> > that a reader might discover...?
>
> "-on the other side" comes frustratingly close...
>
> Scott Badger
>
today!
>
> ------------------------------
>
> Date: Wed, 10 Sep 2003 23:52:19 -0700
> From: "Glenn Scheper" <glenn_scheper@earthlink.net>
> Subject: NPPF: Commentary to lines 47-48
>
> Part 5 of ?
>
> > realistic rose petals cut out of
> > rodstein and large, almost palpable
> > thorns cut out of green marble. Into
> > these roses and thorns there walked a
> > black shadow: a tall, pale, long-nosed,
> > dark-haired young minister whom I had
> > seen around once or twice strode out of
> > the vestry and without seeing me
> > stopped in the middle of the court.
>
> This reflexive rose invaginates the thorn.
> And I need not say it myself, for today's
> net wanderings have yielded another fellow
> of the same ilk to say so authoritatively:
>
> 1. Establishing an AF fellow:
>
> http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/definition.htm
> Andrew Marvell. The Definition of Love.
> MY Love is of a birth as rare
> As 'tis, for object, strange and high ;
> It was begotten by Despair,
> Upon Impossibility.
>
> 2. On (reflexive) phallic thorns:
>
> http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/coronet.htm
> Andrew Marvell. The Coronet
> WHEN for the thorns with which I long, too long,
> With many a piercing wound,
> My Saviour's head have crowned,
>
> 3. on reflexive receptive roses:
>
> http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/dewdrop.htm
> Andrew Marvell: On a Drop of Dew
> SEE, how the orient dew,
> Shed from the bosom of the morn
> Into the blowing roses,
> (Yet careless of its mansion new,
> For the clear region where 'twas born,)
> Round in itself incloses ;
>
> 4. Furthermore, one readable as FF:
>
> http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/younglove.htm
> Marvell. Young Love.
> Come little infant, love me now,
> While thine unsuspected years
> Clear thine aged father's brow
> From cold jealousy and fears.
> ....
> While our sportings are as free
> As the nurse's with the child.
> ....
> Thus as kingdoms, frustrating
> Other titles to their crown,
> In the cradle crown their king,
> So all foreign claims to drown ;
>
> > Guilty disgust contorted his thin lips.
> > He wore spectacles. His clenched hands
> > seemed to be gripping invisible prison
> > bars. But there is no bound to the
> > measure of grace which man may be able
> > to receive. All at once his look
> > changed to one of rapture and
> > reverence.
>
> I of course read prison in FF, remedy in AF.
> Of course, K cannot see it, on his own face.
>
> > I had never seen such a
> > blaze of bliss before but was to
> > perceive something of that splendor, of
> > that spiritual energy and divine
> > vision, now, in another land, reflected
> > upon the rugged and homely face of old
> > John Shade. How glad I was that the
> > vigils I had kept all through the
> > spring had prepared me to observe him
> > at his miraculous midsummer task!
>
> In AF as SUN, transit of, noon ~ midsummer.
> I was impressed by MND as a metanoia, but
> I thought it not the one of AF, but later:
> androgynous Pan (SS, self-suck1er of paps),
> because of (hr:dy :: mo:yr) :: male:female.
> (Or vice versa?)
>
> more tonight...
>
> Yours truly,
> Glenn Scheper
> http://home.earthlink.net/~glenn_scheper/
> glenn_scheper + at + earthlink.net
> Copyleft(!) Forward freely.
>
> ------------------------------
>
> End of pynchon-l-digest V2 #3544
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