Thursday
18Jun2009
Till the Light that hath brought the Towers low
Thursday, June 18, 2009 at 10:39PM - There is time, if you need the comfort, to touch the person next to you, or to reach between your own cold legs . . . or, if song must find you, here's one They never taught anyone to sing, a hymn by William Slothrop, centuries for gotten and out of print, sung to a simple and pleasant air of the period. Follow the bouncing ball:
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- There is a Hand to turn the time,
- Though thy Glass today be run,
- Till the Light that hath brought the Towers low
- Find the last poor Pret'rite one . . .
- Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road,
- All through our crippled Zone.
- With a face on ev'ry mountainside,
- And a Soul in ev'ry stone. . . .
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- Now everybody-
- Pynchon, Jr, Thomas Ruggles, 1973, Gravity's Rainbow, Part Four "The Counterforce", Episode 12, Section "Descent", New York: Viking.
- I finished Gravity's Rainbow today. After two months. It is not an easy book, but it is necessary one.
- Yes, Jimmy, it must've been the day I ran into that singularity, those few seconds of absolute mystery... you know Jimmy, time - time is a funny thing... There'll be a thousand ways to forget. The heroes will go on, kicked upstairs to oversee the development of the bright new middle-line personnel, and they will watch their system failing apart, watch those singularities begin to come more and more often, proclaiming another dispensation out of the tissue of old-fashioned time, and they'll call it cancer, and just won't know what things are coming to, or what's the meaning of it all, Jimmy...
- Gravity's Rainbow, Part Four "The Counterforce", Episode 12, Section "Chase Music".
- As I have said, I don't make this stuff up. I will have much more to say about all this.
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