Thoughts on Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49
The newest single from The Paranoids greatest hits album... Oedipa Maas!Oh Oedipa Maas your life was all set
Living quietly up in Kinneret
‘Til the day Pierce Inverarity dies
And you find out the world is built on lies:
See the mail delivered by homeless men
See heat engines run by Maxwell’s Demon
The soldiers’ bodies were thrown in the drink
Their bones for tourists, filters and ink
Oedipa Maas looking for clues
Oedipa Maas getting the blues
Oedipa Maas the play is the thing
Oedipa Maas Trystero’s biding
Their time
You know Metzger makes your knees like jelly
When you both play Strip Botticelli
At home your husband’s taking LSD
It turns out your analyst’s a Nazi
You’ve seen WASTE’s stamps and cancellations
All leads to Yoyodyne Corporation
Is it Pierce’s game from beyond the crypt?
Does the Vatican hold the manuscript?
Is it all a dream?
Child actors and their submarines?
Will Israelis interrupt the auction?
Or is it all your mind’s concoction?
Oedipa Maas looking for clues
Oedipa Maas getting the blues
Oedipa Maas the play is the thing
Oedipa Maas Trystero’s biding
Their time
Oedipa pretend to be Arnold Snarb
Help the amorati avoid love’s barb
Was Driblette really just a suicide?
Or did the Silent Waiting cease to abide?
Thurn and Taxis are naught but history
But is Trystero more than illusory?
Your brain fills up with your delusions
While the book fills up with more allusions
Oedipa Maas looking for clues
Oedipa Maas getting the blues
Oedipa Maas you’re the last one who’s sane
Oh, but Oedipa Maas, ain’t it all in your brain?
posted by Mike @ 12:06 PM
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