endnote n.57: DMZ in the pharm literature
Ingesters’ accounts of the temporal-perception consequences of DMZ in the literature are, as far as Pemulis is concerned, vague and inelegant and more like mystical in the Tibetan-Dead-Book vein than rigorous or referentially clear; one account Pemulis doesn’t completely get but can at least get the neuro-titillating gist of is one monograph’s toss-off quote from an Italian lithographer who’d ingested DMZ once and made a lithograph comparing himself on DMZ to a piece of like Futurist sculpture, plowing at high knottage through time itself, kinetic even in stasis, plowing temporally ahead, with time coming off him like water in sprays and wakes.
Context
The endnote hanging off scene 050's DMZ dossier (Pemulis scores the eighteen lozenges), and the book's own phrase "temporal-perception" naming the theme outright. The lithographer's image is the anthology's single most literal picture of subjective time: a body as Futurist sculpture, motionless yet plowing through time like a hull through water, time itself thrown off in sprays and wakes. Every later DMZ question (is this what's happened to Hal?) inherits this image.