Assigned reading (9 dialog items & ½ par [] plus 144 notes) [secondary] [McH]
["By the Feal's wave benighted" Desmond's Song] is another of 200+ first-line and/or title references to Moore's Melodies. The Feal is a river, Thomas Desmond fell in love beside it while stranded by darkness (benighted). I can't find the tune, and I think these should all be recognised as afterthoughts with minimal thematic depth. (Slightly better, 80 references to Ibsen's titles.)
Fweet find 16 instances of a 'same/new' motif, instead of same/different, old/new. If history is cyclical, maybe nothing is ever different... but always new???
First (of some 65) unambiguous allusions to Buddhism: The Twelve Nidānas
"Up, guards, and at them!" was supposedly Wellington's battlecry at Waterloo. Bloom hallucinates Tweedy saying it in Ulysses ch15, and it makes 18 appearances in FW. (Is it symbolically always a turningpoint, then?)
FW2 rotates "[F]ace at the waist", adding to the three previous pairs of Fs. (Joyce considered rotations of the various sigla significant, but 'F' is not one of the usual sigla.)
FDV: "This earth is not but brickdust. He who runes may read it. But speak siftly. Stoop, what curios of signs, (stoop), a hatch, a celt, an earshare for cassay the earthcrust Here are figurines billicoose arming and mounting. Mounting & arming bellicose figurines are there. And this little effingee stands [...] a fing called in flintgun"
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JUTE: 'Zmorde!
ReplyDeleteMUTT: Meldundleise!
By the fearse wave benoughted.
Despond's sung.
And thanacestross mound have swollup them all.
This ourth of years is not save brickdust and being humus the same roturns.
He who runes may rede it on all fours.
O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle, crumbling!
Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin!
Humbeldy Fair.
But speak it allsosiftly, moulder!
Be in your whisht!
JUTE: Whysht?
MUTT: The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay.
JUTE: Howe?
MUTT: Here is viceking's graab.
JUTE: Hwaad!
MUTT: Ore you astoneaged, jute you?
JUTE: Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud!
(Stoop), if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs (please stoop) in this allaphbed!
Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world?
It is the some told of all.
Many.
Miscegenations on miscegenations.
Tieckle.
They lived und laughed and loved end left.
Forsin.
Thy thingdome is given to the Meades and Porsons.
The meandertale, aloss and again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds walked the earth.
In the ignorance that implies impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality.
But with a rush out of his navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham.
A terricolous vivelyonview this; queer and, it continues to be, quakky.
A hatch, a celt, an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpath.
Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting.
Mounting and arming bellicose figurines see here.
Futhorc, this little effingee is for a firefing called a flintforfall.
Face at the eased!
O, I fay!
[F]ace at the waist!
Ho, you fie!
Upwap and dump em, [F]ace to [F]ace!