Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Page 104 (I.5)

Assigned reading (1+ par [] plus 135 notes) [secondary]

[the list]

Rockabill lighthouse
[♬ Relicts of All Decencies] U-Hades

echoes of seven not-yets from page 3:

her rill be run              riverrun
Amoury Treestam              Sir Tristram, violer d'amores
Sawyer                       topsawyer
dopedope et tu mihimihi      mishe mishe to tauftauf 
Buy Birthplate for a Bite    kidscad buttended
Hesterdays Mean Ye to Morra  sesthers wroth with twone
Hebrewer                     brewed
Arcs in His Ceiling          regginbrow 

Joyce unpacked "L'Arcs en His Cieling Flee Chinx on the Flur" for HSW in a letter (26Jul 1927):
  1. God's in his heaven All's Right with the World
  2. The Rainbow is in the sky (arc-en-ciel) the Chinese (Chinks) live tranquilly on the Chinese meadowplane (China alone almost of the old continent[s] has no record of a Deluge. Flur in this sense is German. It suggests also Flut (flood) and Fluss (river) and could even be used poetically for the expanse of a waterflood. Flee = free)
  3. The ceiling of his [E] house is in ruins for you can see the birds flying and the floor is full of cracks which you had better avoid
  4. There is merriment above (larks) why should there not be high jinks below stairs?
  5. The electric lamps of the gin palace are lit and the boss Roderick Rex is standing free drinks to all on the 'flure of the house'
  6. He is a bit gone in the upper storey, poor jink. Let him lie as he is (Shem, Ham and Japhet)
  7. The birds (doves and ravens) (cf the jinnies is a cooin her hair and the jinnies is a ravin her hair) he saved escape from his waterhouse and leave the zooless patriark alone.
[Groans of a Britoness]
[Ought We To Visit Him?]
[My Hoonsbood Hansbaad's a Journey to Porthergill gone and He Never Has the Hour]

Cleopatra's needle
[♬ the Coombing of the Cammmels]
[A New Cure for an Old Clap] or???
[♬ Where Portentos they'd Grow Gonder how I'd Wish I Woose a Geese]
[♬ Gettle Nettie, Thrust him not]

FDV: ""
FDV2: "Untitled as her memorial it has gone by many names in many times: Pro Honafrio, The Groans of a Briton, An Apology for a Husband, Can you excuse him,"



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1 comment:

  1. joyce's own 'unpacking' here makes me suspect he suffered some schizophrenic ideation...