Friday, November 7, 2014

Friday, October 17, 2014

Page 399

Assigned reading (1++ pars [] plus 59 notes) [secondary] [McH] [*]


synopsis: 'a song for Tristan and Isolde — sung by the four, each with his own stanza'








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4dv: "And no damn lout'll come courting thee or by the mother of the Holy Ghost there'll be murder!
    O, come all ye sweet nymphs of Dingle beach to cheer Brinabride queen from Sybil surfriding
    In her curragh of shells of daughter of pearl and her silverymoonblue mantle round her.
    Crown of the waters, brine on her brow, she'll dance them a jig and jilt them fairly.
    Yerra, why would she bide with Sir Sloomysides or the grogram grey barnacle gander?
    You won't need be lonesome, Lizzy my love, when your beau gets his glut of cold meat and hot soldiering
    Nor wake in winter, widow machree, but snore snug in my old Balbriggan surtout.
    Wisha, won't you agree now to take me from the middle, say, of next week on, for the balance of my days, for nothing, (what?) as your own nursetender?
    A power of highsteppers died game right enough — but who, acushla, 'll beg coppers for you?
    I tossed that one long before anyone.
    It was of a wet good Friday too she was ironing and, as I'm given now to understand, she was always mad gone on me.
    Grand goosegreasing we had entirely with an allnight eiderdown bed picnic to follow.
    By the cross of Cong, says she, rising up Saturday in the twilight from under me, Mick whatever your name is, you're the most likable lad that's come my ways yet from the barony of Bohermore."

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Thursday, October 16, 2014

Page 398

Assigned reading (2++ pars [] plus 98 notes) [secondary] [McH] [*]


synopsis: 'hear, o hear — music for Tristan and Isolde; a song for Tristan and Isolde — sung by the four, each with his own stanza'








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4dv: "his useful arm getting busy on the touchline due south of her western shoulder, ...— I'm right glad I ran on to you, Tris, you fascinator you! Miss Erin said, when she had won free, laughing at the same time delightfully in dimpling bliss, being awfully bucked by her gratifying experience of the love embrace from a highly continental bigtimer the like of him possessed of a handsome face well worth watching with an interesting tallow complexion from which great things very expected as a film star for she fully realised that he was evidently a notoriety" "Conry ap Mul or Lap ap Morion and Buffler ap Matty Mac Gregory for Marcus on Podex by Daddy de Wyer, old bagabroth, and one by one and sing a mamalujo. And after that now in the future please God all start repeating ourselves and all now united sansfamillias say oremus prayer for auld acquaintance to Peregrine and Michael and Farfassa and Peregrine for navigants at peregrinantibus in all the old and imperial sea and sing a lovasteamadorion in her doaty ducky little blue and roll a hoop and how she ran we never never shall forget and old Luke and Senchus Mor and another more for auld luke syne and she haihaihail her kobbor kohinor sehehet on the praze savohohole shanghai. Hear, O hear, Iseult la belle! Tristan, sad hero, hear! Anno Domini nostri sancti Jesu Christi Nine hundred and ninetynine million pound sterling in the blueblack bowels of the bank of Ulster. Braw bawbees and good gold pounds, galore, my girleen, a Sunday'll prank thee finely"

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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Page 397

Assigned reading (1 par [] plus 107 notes) [secondary] [McH] [*]


synopsis: 'the passionate and willing kiss — goal scored'








fdv: ""

2dv: ""

4dv: "from his toploftical voicebox:" "maiden name by the dream. From Greg and Doug on poor Greg and Mat and Mar and Lu and Jo, now happily buried, our four sisters. And there she was now right enough, that lovely sight enough, the girleen bawn asthore as for days galore of planxty Gregory. Egory. Ay, ay. But sure that reminds me now, like another tellmastory repeating yourself, how they used to be at the end of it all at that time (up) always, tired and all, over their singing (up) the top of the voice of Mamalujo sitting round two by two, the four confederates, (up) the wet air register in Old Man's House with their cold knees and their poor (up) quadrupeds fast asleep and all dolled up for their blankets and materny mufflers and plimsoles and their bowl of brown schackle and milky and clots for a cup of kindest yet with hold take hand and nurse and only touch of eat a lovely munkybown and wait the pinch and prompt poor Mucus Lyons to pass the teeth for choke sake Amensch when it so happen they were all sicamore and by the world forgot since the phlegmish hoopicough for all a possabed after eat a bad cramp and johnny magories and backscrat the poor bedsores and their farthing dip and read a letter or two every night before going to sleep in the twilight, a capitaletter for further auspices on their old one page codex book of old year's eve 1132, M.M.L.J. old style, their Senchus Mor by Mrs Shemans, final buff lunch edition, and Lally through their gangrene spentacles and all the good they did in their time for Roe and O'Mulconry a"

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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Page 396

Assigned reading (1++ pars [] plus 124 notes) [secondary] [McH] [*]


synopsis: 'the passionate and willing kiss — goal scored'








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4dv: "double line of eburnean forwards rightjingbangshot into the goal of her gullet. Now, I am just putting it direct to you as one manowoman to another, what the blankety blank diggings do you for example candidly suppose that she, a strapping young modern old ancient Irish princess a good eighteen hands high and scaling nine stone twelve paddock weight in her madapolam smock with nothing under her hat but red hair and solid ivory not forgetting a firstrate pair of bedroom eyes of most unholy hazel cared at that precise psychoanalytical moment about tiresome old King Mark that tiresome old milkless ram with his duty peck and his bronchial tubes, the tiresome old ourangoutan beaver in his tiresome old twentytwoandsixpenny shepherd's plaid trousers? Not as much as a pinch of henshit and that's the meanest thing now was ever known since Adam was in the boy's navy. No, heaven knows, far from it, if the unvarnished truth must be told at the very first blush lovingly she lovegulped her American's pulpous propeller and both together in the most fashionable weather they all went off a lulliloving a dither me die me dandy O after which, believing in safety first, before the regulation ten seconds were up volatile Brittany considerately allowed his farfamed sparking plug chokegrip" "And then after that they used to be so forgetful counting motherpeributts (up one up four) to membore her beaufu modern"

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Monday, October 13, 2014

Page 395

Assigned reading (1+ pars [] plus 119 notes) [secondary] [McH] [*]


synopsis: 'the passionate and willing kiss — goal scored'








fdv: ""

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4dv: "—Thanks ever so much she sighed, thrilled by that olive throb of his nude neck, and ever so much again for that tiny quote. It sort of made everything ever so much more delightful. How perfectly sweet of you! ..he, rosecrumpler, thrilldriver, sighinspirer, ...selfhood in the higherdimensional selfless Allself... Milky Way, strew dim light! ...Right here a pretty thing happened. When her flattering hand of pure diversion mayhap had jessaminely at the just right moment shut his duckhouse the vivid girl, deaf with love, (you know her, that angel being, one of passion's fadeless wonderwomen! You dote on her! You love her to death!) with a queer little cry reunited milkymouthily his her then their disunited lips when, tonguetasting the golden opportunity of a lifetime, quick as greased pigskin the Armorican champion with one virile tonguethrust drove the advance messenger of love flash past the" "and Johnny Mac Gory, dear mister John, and all the other analist, the steamships and the women-o'-war, and playing ocean ladies' foursome and their pair of green eyes and peering in, so they say, through the steamy windows into the honeymoon cabins on board the big steamadories made by Fumadory and the saloon ladies' modern toilet chambers lined over prawn silk and rub off the salty catara off a windows and hee hee listening, the poor old quakers, to see all the hunnishmooners and the firstclass ladies enfamillias and shee shee all improper in a lovely mourning toilet under all their familarities, forgetting to say their grace before chambadory so pass the poghue for grace sake, Amen. And all hee hee hee quaking, so fright, and shee shee shaking. Aching. Ay, ay."

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Sunday, October 12, 2014

Page 394

Assigned reading (1 par [] plus 105 notes) [secondary] [McH] [*]


synopsis: 'the four together — yet more rambling reminiscences'








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4dv: "having prealably dephlegmatised his guttur of that ticklish frog in the throat, ...with grand passion... By elevation of eyelids t'ward her dear coolun that She invoked insinuated desideration of more declaration. He was instant and he declared: — Isolde! O Isolde! Sister soul and hand! ...When theeuponthus Sir Tristan binoculises his most unwitting ego most subconsciously senses the deprofundity of multimathematical immaterialities whereby in the pancosmic urge the allimmanence of That Which Itself is Itself Alone exteriorates on this here our plane in disunited solid, liquid and gaseous bodies in pearlwhite passionpanting intuitions of reunited... Hear, O hear, all ye caller herring! Silent be," "and getting into their way something barbarous, changing the one wet underdown bed they used to sleep under and putting on their half a hat and falling over all synopticals and a panegyric and repeating themselves, look all round the stool, walk everwhere for a jool to break fire to all the rancers, to collect all and bits of brown, the rathure's evelopmen in spirits of time in all fathom of space and slooping around in a bath slipper and go away to Oldpatrick and see a doctor Walker. And after that so glad they had their night tentacles and there they used to be flapping and cycling around the waists of the ships, as tired as they were, the clipperbuilt and the five fourmasters and Lally and Roe and he telling him before he forgot that one about a goose a love a goldeny egg"

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