T. Pynchon – Gravity’s Rainbow

Don’t forget the real business of war is buying and selling. The murdering and violence are self-policing, and can be entrusted to non-professionals. The mass nature of wartime death is useful in many ways. It serves as spectacle, as diversion from the real movements of the War. It provides raw material to be recorded into History, so that children may be taught History as sequences of violence, battle after battle, and be more prepared for the adult world. Best of all, mass death’s a stimulus to just ordinary folks, little fellows, to try ‘n’ grab a piece of that Pie while they’re still here to gobble it up. The true war is a celebration of markets.

 

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A. Ginsberg – Television Was a Baby Crawling Toward That Deathchamber

Here I am—Old Betty Boop whoopsing behind the skull-microphone

wondering what Idiot soap opera horror show we broadcast by Mistake

—full of communists and frankenstein cops and

mature capitalists running the State Department and the Daily News Editorial

hypnotizing millions of legional-eyed detectives to commit mass murder on the Invisible

 

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J. Milton – Paradise Lost

He spake: and to confirm his words, out-flew
Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs
Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze 
Far round illumin’d hell: highly they rag’d
Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms
Clash’d on thir sounding Shields the din of war,
Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heav’n.

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