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"Behind the intials was a metaphor, a delirium tremens, a trembling unfurrowing of the mind's plowshare. The saint whose water can light lamps, the clairovoyant whose lapse in recall is the breath of God, the true paranoid for whom all is organized in spheres joyful or threatening about the central pulse of himself, the dreamer whose puns probe ancient fetid shafts and tunnels of truth all act in the same special relevance to the word, or whatever it is the word is there, buffering, to protect us from." Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

Monday, March 31, 2008

Semen on the second page

I'm reading Crash by J.G. Ballard. It's... pleasant.

3 Comments:

Blogger Rhythmballer said...

Dude, the way some people treat library books, it's just abominable. They should have wiped it off before turning it in. Animals.

8:51 PM  
Blogger Blowing Shit Up With Gas said...

Ewwwwwww! I thought you meant the guy WROTE about it... Oh, wait, ur wife's joking... I just restarted Vineland -- must be among TRP's funner works!

9:06 PM  
Blogger Monstro D. Whale said...

Vineland is AWESOME!

It's so filled with strange 80s fascinations. I especially like all the girl ninja stuff.

9:13 PM  

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