Friday, July 10, 2009


With the high voice of the black man riding above the others, no head falsetto here but complete, out of the honest breast, a baritone voice brought over years of woodshedding up to this range... he was bringing brown girls to sashay among these nervous Protestants, down the ancient paths the music had set, Big and Little Anita, Stiletto May, Plongette who loves it between her tits and will do it that way for free--not to mention the Latin, the German? in an English church? These are not heresies so much as imperial outcomes, necessary as the black man's presence, from acts of minor surrealism--which taken in the mass, are an act of suicide, but which in its pathology, in its dreamless version of the real, the Empire commits by the thousands every day, completely unaware of what it's doing...
-Gravity's Rainbow

1 comment:

  1. Food For Thought: In the Wilco Tour Program I got at Wolf Trap the other night Jeff Tweedy is quoted as saying that Gravity's Rainbow is his favorite book.