Hayseed Huck
04-13-2010, 01:33 PM
Many people here have read Thomas Pynchon's
great novel V. For those who haven't, I offer
a summary in sonnet form.
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V
To Herbet Stencil, V was not a whim,
rather this woman came to symbolize
the meaning of all history, to him--
a formal pattern he could anaylze.
Profane was more concerned with ****
and yo-yoing on subway, sewer and terrace.
Encountering V, he veed her thighs-- grunt,
and probe unthinkingly her mons veneris.
Vera? Viola? Veronica? Victoria Wren?
Virgin or Venus? Venezuela or Vheissu?
The consonant once noted, Stencil grabs pen
and ink and inks a pattern from the clues.
Stencil's a nut; history has little pattern,
Profane's a schlemiel, and V? -- a trivial slattern.
HH
great novel V. For those who haven't, I offer
a summary in sonnet form.
**
V
To Herbet Stencil, V was not a whim,
rather this woman came to symbolize
the meaning of all history, to him--
a formal pattern he could anaylze.
Profane was more concerned with ****
and yo-yoing on subway, sewer and terrace.
Encountering V, he veed her thighs-- grunt,
and probe unthinkingly her mons veneris.
Vera? Viola? Veronica? Victoria Wren?
Virgin or Venus? Venezuela or Vheissu?
The consonant once noted, Stencil grabs pen
and ink and inks a pattern from the clues.
Stencil's a nut; history has little pattern,
Profane's a schlemiel, and V? -- a trivial slattern.
HH