Saturday, September 21, 2013

Page 16 (mutt-jute)

Assigned reading (½ paragraph plus dialog [] plus 143 notes) [secondary] [McH]

Like the museyroom, this little skit is vivid enough to stage or animate. The language has lots of puns but they're simple and mostly self-explanatory.

The names clearly pun on the popular comic "Mutt and Jeff" but the only relevance I see is that they're mismatched tall/short.

Sometimes during an encounter the two opposites exchange identities (here, "swop hats"). This is no doubt deep cosmic yin-yang symbolism.

FDV: "Scuse me, guy. You tollerday donsk? N. you talkatiff Scowegian? you spigotty angliss? You Phonio Saxo? Nnnn. 'Tis clear all so. Tis a Jute. Let us swop hats
Jute— Are you Jeff?
Mutt— Someward.
Jute— You are not a jeffmute?
Mutt— No, only an utterer
Jute— What is the mutter with you?
Mutt— I became a stummer.
Jute— What turrurrurrurrible thing to because! How?
Mutt— Aput the buttle.
Jute— Whose Poddle? Wherein?
Mutt— The Inns of Dungtarf.
Jute— You are almost inedible to me. Become a little wiseable. Let me cross your. [...] Boohooros I trumple in my mines when I rememmerem.
Jute— Let me cross your qualm with gilt. Here is coyne, a piece of oake.
Mutt— How I know it! It is him. He was poached on that eggtentical spot by the liveries. There where the missers mooney."

The fall of Charles Stewart Parnell [wiki] gets more than 100 allusions [Fweet] plus 26 more for the misspelling "hesitency" that played a key role in his trial. CSP is clearly HCE, maybe meeting the Cad in Phoenix Park.


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Friday, September 20, 2013

Page 15

Assigned reading (1 2/2 paragraphs [] plus 140 notes) [secondary] [McH]

Joyce is Wake-ifying here a passage in French by Edgar Quinet that he thought the most perfect prose ever, and that he'll later (p281) quote almost exactly in the original French: "Today as in the time of Pliny and Columella the hyacinth disports in Wales, the periwinkle in Illyria, the daisy on the ruins in Numantia and while around them the cities have changed masters and names, while some have ceased to exist, while the civilizations have collided with each other and smashed, their peaceful generations have passed through the ages and have come up to us, fresh and laughing as on the days of battles."

Dublin suburbs: Ballymun (north), Goatstown (south), Rush (northeast), Knockmaroon (west)

[The child is father of the man]

[Min elskede - elsker du mig? (My love, do you love me?)]

"Do you love me, my dear girl?"
"Where is your present, you silly fool?"
If the response is right, it shows a very unromantic French-speaking Issy dressing down a romantic Dane (Tristan?).

An important recurring theme is the encounter of opposites, here a modern man and a caveman called 'Constable Sackerson' who seems to be drunk.

FDV: "the dogrose has chosen out Goatstown crossroads, the place for twilights and the whitethorn and redthorn have fairygayed the valleys of Knockmaroon and though, for rings round them during a hundred thousand yeargangs, the Formoreans have brittled the Tooath of the Danes and the Oxmen have been pestered by the Firebugs & the Joynts have given up wallmaking & Little on the Green is childsfather of the city, their paxsealing buttonholes have quadrilled across the centuries and here now whiff to us fresh & laid-of-all-smiles as on the day of combat. The babbling of tongues have been & have gone, thigging thugs were and houhynam songtoms were & gumly norgers were & pollyfool francees; men have thawed, clerks have surssurummed, the blond has sought of the brune: Else kiss thou may?: and the duncle have countered to the hellish fellows: Who ails tongue coddo: & they fell upon one another & themselves they fell: yet still all Floras of the field to their fauns say only: Cull me I am wilt to thee, and: Pluck me ere I blush. Well, may they wilt, marry! and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as old as the howths, wherever you have a whale in a whillbarrow (isn't it the truath I'm tallen ye?) you'll have fins & flippers to shimmy & shake. Excuse us, Lictor. Can you direct one to the [...] Scuse me, guy."


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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Page 14

Assigned reading (5 short paragraphs [] plus 165 notes) [secondary] [McH]

FDV: "[Silent] 566 A.D. At that time it came to pass that many fair maidens grieved to their minions were ravished of them by an ogre Europeus Pius and. 1132 A.D. Two sons at one time were born to a goodman & his wife. There were name Primas & Caddy. Primo was a gentleman & came of decent people. Caddy was to Winehouse & wrote a piece of fun. Blooty worse in Ballyaughacleeagh. Peaceably eirinical in grayquiet selfstretches this freedland's plain. Since the times of Hebear and Hairyman the tulipair amass themselves at Rush the cornflowers have been staying at Ballymun,"

We're getting four primary motifs as some sort of historical symmetry:
  • [HCE] Notities! Unum. (Adar.) A bulbenboss surmounted upon an elderman.
    1132 A.D. Men upon Whallfisk/ Blubby wares upat Ublanium.
  • [ALP] Ay, ay! Duum. (Nizam.) A shoe on a puir owld wobban.
    566 A.D. crone sackvulle of quickenshoon/ Bluchy works at Hurdlesford.
  • [Issy] Ah, ho! Triom. (Tamuz.) An auburn mayde, o'brine a'bride, to be desarted.
    566 A.D. damsel ravisht/ Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeaghbally.
  • [Shem&Shaun] Adear, adear! Quodlibus. (Marchessvan.) A penn no weightier nor a polepost.
    1132 A.D. Two sons/ Blotty words for Dublin.
  • And so. And all. (Succoth.)
ALP-the-hen was just (p11) collecting spattees and breeks and garters and shoesets and fodders, now here she has a sack of shoes...? (Mind your boots goan out!)

The symmetry may suggest a story told backwards first (1132 to 566 to 0), then forwards (0 to 566 to 1132). Eg, a rise and a fall.

The Jewish months show no obvious pattern:
Adar (12/6)
Nisan (1/7)
Tammuz (4/10)
Marchesvan (8/2)

These disciplined variations (like spreadsheet columns) beg for analysis:
Notities! ...Blubby wares upat Ublanium.
Ay, ay! ...Bluchy works at Hurdlesford.
Ah, ho! ...Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeaghbally.
Adear, adear! ...Blotty words for Dublin.


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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Page 13

Assigned reading (6 short paragraphs [] plus 171 notes) [secondary] [McH]

The descriptions on this page are framed as memories, art, radio, prophecy?

[So This Is Dublin]

Wholly baffling: "(I am sure that tiring chabelshoveller with the mujikal chocolot box, Miry Mitchel, is listening.) ... (He is only pretendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed lishener, Fiery Farrelly.) "

FDV: "How charmingly exquisite! It reminds you of the fading engraving that used to be blurring on the blotchwall of his innkempt house. Used they? I say, the remains of the famous gravemures where used to be blurried the Tollmens of the Incabus. Used he? It is well known. Look for himself. See? By the mausoleme wall. Finnfinn Fannfann. With with a grand funferall. Fumfum fumfum! They will be tuggling forever. They will be listling forever. They will be pretumbling forever. The harpsichord will be theirs forever. And four things, saith Mamalu, sall ne'er fail in Dyfflinarsky. A swellhead on an alderman. A shoe on a poor old woman. An auburn maid to be deserted. A pen no weightier than a polepost. And so. And all. The Annals tell how 1132 AC Men wondern as Wallfisch. Bloaty wares. 566 A.C. On Bell of this year a crone that hadde a wickered kish for to hale turves from the bog lookit under the blay of her kish & found herself full of swalle shoon and. Bluchy works on Hurdlesford."

This is the first of 50 appearances of the 1132 motif, which remains unexplained.


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Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Page 12

Assigned reading (almost 2 paragraphs [] plus 130 notes) [secondary] [McH]

'While London's Fast Asleep' ("while Luntum sleeps") is a tearjerker about homelessness and suicide by the author of 'Bicycle Built for Two'. [lyrics] (Spotify has a version by Roy Hudd.)

[♬ Kafoozalum?-nsfw] [lyrics]

FDV: "The best plan is to tour round east & north & review the two mounds. Pardon. Behold this sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen. Royally? [...] punned to paltry pence. Regally? A silence makes a scene. Behold! Hush! Caution! Echoland!"


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Monday, September 16, 2013

Page 11

Assigned reading (1½ paragraphs [] plus 192 notes) [secondary] [McH]

2DV: "She never comes out when Thon's there or show or when Thon's a flash with Thon's tindergiris or when Thon's blowing thonders on Thon's gaelaboys. Her is be too moochy afeerd I do veer. Now she comes, a peacefugle, picking here, pecking there - - - Pussypussy plunderbussy, it all goes into her nabsack & she borrowed the coach lamp to see. Cartridges & ratlin buttins & nappy boots & flags of all nations & clavicurds & scapulars & piles of pennies & brooches with breeks in em & maps & keys & the last sigh that came from the heart & the first sin the sun saw. She brings us her presents from the goneaway past how there'll be eggs for the brekkers come to mourning. For where there's a gale find the gall & wherethen a hind seek the hun." (none of this quite qualifies as 'first' draft)

If she needs a lamp, has night fallen on the battlefield?

"who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun"

There are some ten allusions on this page to an important early vignette called "The Revered Letter" that ended up on pages 615-619. [Fweet] It seems to embody the most important feature of the ALP archetype: she forgives HCE his sin.

[♬ the Syghes that Come from the Heart]

[FDV] "Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Revered. May we add majesty? We have frankly enjoyed more than anything those secret workings of natures (thanks even for it, we humbly pray) and was really so denighted of this lights time. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards at a fine day. Whereupon our best thanks to a hundred and eleven ploose one thousand and one other blessings will now conclude thoose epoostles to your great kindest for all at trouble to took. We are all at home for ourselfsake, that direst of housebonds, whool wheel be true unto loves end so long as we has a pockle full of brass. Impossible to remember persons in improbable to forget position places. Who would pellow his head off to conjure up a particularly mean stinkerlike Foon MacCrawl? brothers, mystery man of the pork martyrs? Conan Boyle will push the daylights out through him, if we are correctly informed. One must simply laugh. Fing him aging! This ought to wake him to makeup. The big bad old sprowly all some uttering foon! His fooneral will sneak pleace by creeps o'clock toosday. Don't forget. The grand fooneral will now shortly occur. Remember. The remains must be removed before eight hours shorp. With earnestly conceived hopes. So help us witness to this day, to hand in sleep. Of Mayasdaysed most duteoused. Well, here's lettering you erronymously anent other clerical fands alleged herewith. How about it? Our shape was much admired from the first. Referring to the Married Woman's Improperty Act a correspondent paints out that the Swees Aubumn vogue is hanging down straith fitting to her innocenth eyes. O, felicias coolpote! If all the McCrawls would only handle virgils like Armsworks, Limited! Never mind Micklemash! Chat me instead! The cad with the pipe's wife, Lily Kinsella, who became the wife of Mr Snakers and the kissing solicitor, will now engage in attentions. Pale bellies our mild cure, back and streaky ninepence. The thicks off Bully's Acre was got up by Sully. And she had a certain medicine brought to her in a licenced victualler's bottle. Shame! Thrice shame! We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and that he may never come out. Only look through your leatherbox with P.C.Q. about 4.32 full view to Lily and a lady very solicitously on the sofa kissing and looking into a mirror. That I was treated not very grand when the police and everybody is all bowing to us. Item, we never were chained to a chair and, bitem, no widower whithersoever followed us about with a fork on Yankskilling day. Meet a great civilian (long lives to him!) who is as gentle as a mushroom when he always sits forenenst us for his wet while to all whom it may concern M.G.'s from all he drunk though he is a rattling fine bootmaker in his profession. Would we were herewith to lodge our complaint on Sergeant Laraseny who does be with the corner up of Levers Lane on Katheyeen MacFoullane in consequence of which in such steps taken head would be constably broken by a Nollwelshian which has been oxbelled out of crispiamity. Well, our talks are coming to be resumed by polite conversation with a huntered per cent human over natural bestness of pleisure after his good few mugs of four ale and shag. While for whoever likes that urogynal pan of cakes one apiece it is thanks, to beloved, to Adam, our first Finnllater, for his beautiful crossmess parzel. Well, we simply like their dumb cheek wagging here around he being that bothered by the fallth of hampty damp. Certified reformed peoples are saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your answer, pigs and scuts. It is another he what lives under the himp of holth. The herewaker of the fame name is his real namesame who will get himself up erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, a wee one woos. Alma Livia Poolabella."


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Sunday, September 15, 2013

Page 10

Assigned reading (2/2 paragraphs [] plus 170 notes) [secondary] [McH]

Hinnessy/Dooley/HinDoo = fair/dark/mixed = Shaun/Shem/Tristan = lipoleums

FDV: "This is lipoleum hennessy that spy the Willingdone on his big white harse. This is the three little lopoleums. This is the hinnessy that spy the Willingdone, this is the dooley that get the funk from the hinnessy. This is the hindoo Shim Shin between the dooleyboy & the hinnessy. Tip. This is the Willingdone, he laugh that his [...] a flag-o'-the-ffrinch lipoleums. This is the Willingdone hang the flag o' lipoleum on the tail of his big white harse. This the hindoo hattermad shoot the hat of lipoleums off the tail & the hat of lipoleum off of the back of the big wide harse. Tip. This way the mewseyroom. Mind your boots going out. Phew! How warming to have been in there! But how keling is the airabouts here! Such reasonable weather too. The wind is so westerly" (notice that the flag is revised to a hat)

Emerging from the museyroom we find lots of imagery suggesting ALP as a hen gathering battlefield relics/trash. [♬ Down a down hey down hey down]


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