Assigned reading (2/2 pars [] plus 209 notes) [secondary] [McH]
[♬ the duppy shot the shutter clup... And they all drank free]
Joyce 'explained' the section starting with "Ex nickylow" to Harriet Weaver: "be proud of them but naturally, as hill (go up it) as river (jump it)... The quarry and the silex (flint) suggest [HCE] silent... where the dickens are you hurrying from? ...he is crowned with the frown of the deaf... wd listen to the dripping drops of his house's e(a)ve △ water... distance in time/space... the curse of the Lord on you for not talking louder, He tries to grab her hair which he hopes to catch by a fluke... His ear having failed, he clutches with his hand & misses & turns away hopeless and unhearing (he abhears)"
if HCE is deaf, and a hill/stone, then he's blurring into Shaun (or Shaun is ageing into HCE)
Lough Neagh [fweet-17]
FDV: "O phenix culprit! Ex nicklow cometh good. Hill and rill we see but they will not speak the secret of their silentness. Quarry silex, Homfries Noanswa? Undy festiknees, Livia Noanswa? Wolkencap is on his head; he would hear his vales are darkling! she lispeth to him ever and ever of thow and thow: she he she ho she ha to la: hairfluke, if he could but twig her!: he is impalpabunt, he abhears. Perpetrified in his offsprung, the moaning pipes tells him to his face how only for him there would not be a spier on the town or a vestal in the dock, no, nor a you nor an eye in nilbud new a'tall and noddy hint to the convaynience."
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The rule of three is a universal trope in all media, especially fairy tales.
The first plan was that she'd increase her demand by one cup each time, then add a demand for peace, then ask a riddle (Why am I like...?). The 40yrs walk was a 100yrs war.
"rosy... paly... blank" rosé, pale rosé, blanc wines?
Tristopher and Hillary (sad and happy) get turned insideout to make Toughertrees and Larryhill (trees and hill are not quite Shem/Shaun // stem/stone). This alludes to Tristan disguising himself as Tantris.
Jonathan Swift (b1667 Dublin, Gulliver's Travels 1726) [200 hits incl homerigh, sulliver suddles, baretholobruised, lilipath, nail of a top, broadginger] and Laurence Sterne (b1713 Tipperary, Tristram Shandy 1759) [27 hits incl shandy, laurency] form a peculiar minor FW duo [11 hits]. To the extent JAJ saw them as Shem and Shaun, Swift was probably the more controversial Shem, but his affection for the Esthers makes him more often HCE.
FDV: "and his little jiminy, Hilary and his dummy were on the watercloth, kissing & spitting. And the prankwench said to the wicked. I want 2 cupsa porterpeace. But the wicked handworded. Shut. Then the prankwench put down Tristopher & picked up Hilary and she ran, ran, ran. And Sir Howther bleethered atter her: Come back with my Earing. But she swareadid to him: Am liking it. Then the prankwench went for a hundred years war and she punched holes in him & taught him his tears & then she went for another hundred years walk & brought back to Sir Howther. Sir Howther had his hand up to his pantrybox and his little jiminy Tristopher & the dummy were belord on the tarssheet, kissing & spitting. And the prankswench said to the gate: Why am I like 3 cupss porterpease. And Sir Howther came out of the gate as far as he could. And this was the first peace of porter. The prankwench was to get the dummy & the jiminies was to keep their peace & the Howther was to get the wind up."
Sir Howther aka "the wicked"?!?
[Larryhill?] "His mother descended from great Grana Uaile"
[♬ the valleys lay twinkling] poem
[♬ the campbells acoming]
the seven-items-of-clothing motif occurs some 20 times
mysteries: histher, paly, bleethered, larksical, abromette, hurricane hips
[7:53-10:05]
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The rule of three is a universal trope in all media, especially fairy tales.
The first plan was that she'd increase her demand by one cup each time, then add a demand for peace, then ask a riddle (Why am I like...?). The 40yrs walk was a 100yrs war.
"rosy... paly... blank" rosé, pale rosé, blanc wines?
Tristopher and Hillary (sad and happy) get turned insideout to make Toughertrees and Larryhill (trees and hill are not quite Shem/Shaun // stem/stone). This alludes to Tristan disguising himself as Tantris.
Jonathan Swift (b1667 Dublin, Gulliver's Travels 1726) [200 hits incl homerigh, sulliver suddles, baretholobruised, lilipath, nail of a top, broadginger] and Laurence Sterne (b1713 Tipperary, Tristram Shandy 1759) [27 hits incl shandy, laurency] form a peculiar minor FW duo [11 hits]. To the extent JAJ saw them as Shem and Shaun, Swift was probably the more controversial Shem, but his affection for the Esthers makes him more often HCE.
FDV: "and his little jiminy, Hilary and his dummy were on the watercloth, kissing & spitting. And the prankwench said to the wicked. I want 2 cupsa porterpeace. But the wicked handworded. Shut. Then the prankwench put down Tristopher & picked up Hilary and she ran, ran, ran. And Sir Howther bleethered atter her: Come back with my Earing. But she swareadid to him: Am liking it. Then the prankwench went for a hundred years war and she punched holes in him & taught him his tears & then she went for another hundred years walk & brought back to Sir Howther. Sir Howther had his hand up to his pantrybox and his little jiminy Tristopher & the dummy were belord on the tarssheet, kissing & spitting. And the prankswench said to the gate: Why am I like 3 cupss porterpease. And Sir Howther came out of the gate as far as he could. And this was the first peace of porter. The prankwench was to get the dummy & the jiminies was to keep their peace & the Howther was to get the wind up."
Sir Howther aka "the wicked"?!?
[Larryhill?] "His mother descended from great Grana Uaile"
[♬ the valleys lay twinkling] poem
[♬ the campbells acoming]
the seven-items-of-clothing motif occurs some 20 times
mysteries: histher, paly, bleethered, larksical, abromette, hurricane hips
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Thursday, September 26, 2013
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To explore the prankquean's three visits in parallel, I'm going to interpolate an extra post.
...burnt head high up in his lamphouse
...baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt
...hurricane hips up to his pantrybox
[burnt head/baretholobruised heels/hurricane hips, high up/drowned/up, lamphouse/cellarmalt/pantrybox]
[top/bottom/middle? fire/fists/storm???]
laying cold hands on himself
shaking warm hands with himself
ruminating in his holdfour stomachs
And his two little jiminies... Tristopher and Hilary
and the jiminy Hilary and the dummy in their first infancy
and the jiminy Toughertrees and the dummy
on the oilcloth flure
were below on the tearsheet
were belove on the watercloth
[oilcloth flure/tearsheet/watercloth: all waterproof?]
cousins of ours... were kickaheeling their dummy
wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher
kissing and spitting, and roguing and poghuing, like knavepaltry and naivebride and in their second infancy
And the prankquean pulled a rosy one and... she lit up and fireland was ablaze.
And the prankquean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flackering from the hillcombs.
And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twinkling.
[pulled a rosy one/nipped a paly one/picked a blank]
[Patrick's vision: 1) all Ireland ablaze, 2) mountains on fire, 3) lamps lit in the valleys]
made her wit forenenst the dour... And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusienne:
And she made her witter before the wicked, saying:
And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, asking:
Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porterpease?
Mark the Twy, why do I am alook alike two poss of porterpease?
Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss of porterpease?
[FDV: I want a cup of porter/Why do I like a poss porterpease/
I want 2 cupsa porterpeace/Why do I liking 2 poss of porterpeace/
Why am I like 3 cupss porterpease/Why do I like 3 poss porterpease]
[I want/Why am I like/Why do I like/Why do I am alook alike, cup/cupsa/poss, porter/porterpeace/porterpease]
And that was how the skirtmisshes began. But the dour handworded her grace in dootch nossow: Shut!
And: Shut! says the wicked, handwording her madesty.
But that was how the skirtmisshes endupped.
So her grace o'malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher
So her madesty a'forethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy
and into the shandy westerness she rain, rain, rain.
and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain.
And Jarl van Hoother warlessed after her with soft dovesgall
And Jarl van Hoother bleethered atter her with a loud finegale
[warlissed/warlessed/bleethered, after/atter, soft/a loud, Finngallese/dovesgall/finegale]
[could 'his Finngallese' pun on 'svengali'?]
Stop deef stop come back to my earin stop.
Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop.
[deef/domb]
But she swaradid to him: Unlikelihud.
But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it.
And there was a brannewwail that same sabbaoth night of falling angles somewhere in Erio.
And there was a wild old grannewwail that altarsame laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio.
And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Tourlemonde
And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Turnlemeem
[Tourlemonde/Turnlemeem]
and she washed the blessings of the lovespots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles
and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of a top into the jiminy
[FDV: washed the scabs off/punched holes in him = heal/harm]
and she had her four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles
and she had her four larksical monitrix to tauch him his tears
[owls/larks]
and she convorted him to the onesure allgood and he became a luderman
and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecure and he became a tristian
[convort/provort, sure/certain, good/secure, luderman/tristian]
And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece-of-his-in-law, the prankquean...
So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom
So then she started raining, raining, and... be dom ter
[dermot, redtom, dom ter]
she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's in a brace of samers
she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's... in a pair of changers
[brace/pair, same/change]
and the jiminy with her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time.
and the Larryhill with her under her abromette.
And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry.
And why would she halt at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome of another nice lace for the third charm?
...burnt head high up in his lamphouse
...baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt
...hurricane hips up to his pantrybox
[burnt head/baretholobruised heels/hurricane hips, high up/drowned/up, lamphouse/cellarmalt/pantrybox]
[top/bottom/middle? fire/fists/storm???]
laying cold hands on himself
shaking warm hands with himself
ruminating in his holdfour stomachs
And his two little jiminies... Tristopher and Hilary
and the jiminy Hilary and the dummy in their first infancy
and the jiminy Toughertrees and the dummy
on the oilcloth flure
were below on the tearsheet
were belove on the watercloth
[oilcloth flure/tearsheet/watercloth: all waterproof?]
cousins of ours... were kickaheeling their dummy
wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher
kissing and spitting, and roguing and poghuing, like knavepaltry and naivebride and in their second infancy
And the prankquean pulled a rosy one and... she lit up and fireland was ablaze.
And the prankquean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flackering from the hillcombs.
And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twinkling.
[pulled a rosy one/nipped a paly one/picked a blank]
[Patrick's vision: 1) all Ireland ablaze, 2) mountains on fire, 3) lamps lit in the valleys]
made her wit forenenst the dour... And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusienne:
And she made her witter before the wicked, saying:
And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, asking:
Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porterpease?
Mark the Twy, why do I am alook alike two poss of porterpease?
Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss of porterpease?
[FDV: I want a cup of porter/Why do I like a poss porterpease/
I want 2 cupsa porterpeace/Why do I liking 2 poss of porterpeace/
Why am I like 3 cupss porterpease/Why do I like 3 poss porterpease]
[I want/Why am I like/Why do I like/Why do I am alook alike, cup/cupsa/poss, porter/porterpeace/porterpease]
And that was how the skirtmisshes began. But the dour handworded her grace in dootch nossow: Shut!
And: Shut! says the wicked, handwording her madesty.
But that was how the skirtmisshes endupped.
So her grace o'malice kidsnapped up the jiminy Tristopher
So her madesty a'forethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy
and into the shandy westerness she rain, rain, rain.
and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain.
And Jarl van Hoother warlessed after her with soft dovesgall
And Jarl van Hoother bleethered atter her with a loud finegale
[warlissed/warlessed/bleethered, after/atter, soft/a loud, Finngallese/dovesgall/finegale]
[could 'his Finngallese' pun on 'svengali'?]
Stop deef stop come back to my earin stop.
Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop.
[deef/domb]
But she swaradid to him: Unlikelihud.
But the prankquean swaradid: Am liking it.
And there was a brannewwail that same sabbaoth night of falling angles somewhere in Erio.
And there was a wild old grannewwail that altarsame laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio.
And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Tourlemonde
And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Turnlemeem
[Tourlemonde/Turnlemeem]
and she washed the blessings of the lovespots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles
and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of a top into the jiminy
[FDV: washed the scabs off/punched holes in him = heal/harm]
and she had her four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles
and she had her four larksical monitrix to tauch him his tears
[owls/larks]
and she convorted him to the onesure allgood and he became a luderman
and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecure and he became a tristian
[convort/provort, sure/certain, good/secure, luderman/tristian]
And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece-of-his-in-law, the prankquean...
So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom
So then she started raining, raining, and... be dom ter
[dermot, redtom, dom ter]
she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's in a brace of samers
she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's... in a pair of changers
[brace/pair, same/change]
and the jiminy with her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time.
and the Larryhill with her under her abromette.
And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry.
And why would she halt at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome of another nice lace for the third charm?
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[Adam delved and Eve span] [Delvin] [♬ Madamina]
everybully (HCE?) / everybuddy (ALP?) / everybilly / everybiddy
This Prankquean vignette is based on a historical Irish piratess, Grace O'Malley, who around 1576 kidnapped the 8yo grandson of the Earl of Howth (both named Christopher) to punish the Earl for being inhospitable! It's combined with elements from the slightly earlier story of Janet/Margaret and "Tam Lin". The lyrics of Tam Lin tell of a man trapped by a fairy-spell who impregnates a girl, and her love frees him. Each time she visits him she plucks/pulls a rose or two. (Weirdly, 'plucking a rose' was a polite euphemism for going to the bathroom, around that time.) Sandy Denny's voice always makes me weep:
FDV: "kicking on the oil cloth... With their dummy" maybe originally they were babies in the care of a nursemaid/dummy who laid out the oilcloth because it was pee-resistant?
FDV: "It was of a night. Lissom! lissom! I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes prittle. It was one night at a long time ago when Sir Howther had his head up in his lamphouse. And his two little jimminies were kicking on the oil cloth, Tristopher & Hilary. With their dummy. And who come to the keep of his inn but the prankwench. And spoke she to the dour: I want a cup of porter. But the dour handworded her: Shut. So she snapped up Tristopher and she ran, ran, ran. And Sir Howther warlissed after her: Come back to my Earin. But [the] she sware at him: Unlikely. Then the prankwench went for a hundred years and she washed the scabs off the jiminy and taught him his tickles and brought him back to Sir Howther another night at another time. And Sir Howther had his heels down in his cellarmalt and his little jiminy, Hilary"
Earl of Howth → Sir Howther → Jarl van Hoother
at some point the prankwench/prankswench/prankqueen/prankquean starts calling him 'Mark', and she's called his niece/niece-in-law, so already Mark's nephew Tristan's wife Isolde, formerly betrothed to Mark himself?
Looking at the evolution of "why do I am alook alike a poss of porterpease?" we see "I want a cup of porter, please", "I want peace", maybe a riddle "why am I like peas in a pod?"
FDV: "But the wicked handworded. Shut." ie, he held up his palm, meaning 'stop' (why wicked? because he's refusing her cup of porter??)
"warlessed after her... stop" a wireless telegram to her (saying 'stop thief')??
mysteries: weenybeenyveenyteeny, auldstane, mulk, burnt head, cousins of ourn, dummy, oilcloth
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[Adam delved and Eve span] [Delvin] [♬ Madamina]
everybully (HCE?) / everybuddy (ALP?) / everybilly / everybiddy
This Prankquean vignette is based on a historical Irish piratess, Grace O'Malley, who around 1576 kidnapped the 8yo grandson of the Earl of Howth (both named Christopher) to punish the Earl for being inhospitable! It's combined with elements from the slightly earlier story of Janet/Margaret and "Tam Lin". The lyrics of Tam Lin tell of a man trapped by a fairy-spell who impregnates a girl, and her love frees him. Each time she visits him she plucks/pulls a rose or two. (Weirdly, 'plucking a rose' was a polite euphemism for going to the bathroom, around that time.) Sandy Denny's voice always makes me weep:
FDV: "kicking on the oil cloth... With their dummy" maybe originally they were babies in the care of a nursemaid/dummy who laid out the oilcloth because it was pee-resistant?
FDV: "It was of a night. Lissom! lissom! I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes prittle. It was one night at a long time ago when Sir Howther had his head up in his lamphouse. And his two little jimminies were kicking on the oil cloth, Tristopher & Hilary. With their dummy. And who come to the keep of his inn but the prankwench. And spoke she to the dour: I want a cup of porter. But the dour handworded her: Shut. So she snapped up Tristopher and she ran, ran, ran. And Sir Howther warlissed after her: Come back to my Earin. But [the] she sware at him: Unlikely. Then the prankwench went for a hundred years and she washed the scabs off the jiminy and taught him his tickles and brought him back to Sir Howther another night at another time. And Sir Howther had his heels down in his cellarmalt and his little jiminy, Hilary"
Earl of Howth → Sir Howther → Jarl van Hoother
at some point the prankwench/prankswench/prankqueen/prankquean starts calling him 'Mark', and she's called his niece/niece-in-law, so already Mark's nephew Tristan's wife Isolde, formerly betrothed to Mark himself?
Looking at the evolution of "why do I am alook alike a poss of porterpease?" we see "I want a cup of porter, please", "I want peace", maybe a riddle "why am I like peas in a pod?"
FDV: "But the wicked handworded. Shut." ie, he held up his palm, meaning 'stop' (why wicked? because he's refusing her cup of porter??)
"warlessed after her... stop" a wireless telegram to her (saying 'stop thief')??
mysteries: weenybeenyveenyteeny, auldstane, mulk, burnt head, cousins of ourn, dummy, oilcloth
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Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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The first four lines on this page seem like Joyce-blowing-smoke (-about-Islam) while the FDV meaning is just that the mind 'writes its own runes'. This subject/verb pair makes sense : "the last camel... has still to moor". But the several "his"s (eyebrows/ cousin/ date) repeatedly confuse that camel with Mohammed himself...???
FW2: "But the hour, the smiting, the day of decision is not now."
← "But the horn, the drinking, the day of dread are not now." [FW1]
← "the Hour... the Smiting... the Day of Decision" [Lane-Poole]
I'd lean towards FW1 here, since JAJ-quoting-exactly is almost unknown.
FDV→FW2:
leave them in the slow of their oven →
leave them to terracook in the slowth of the muttheringpot
and the day of magnum charter →
and Gutenmorg with his cromagnom charter, tintingfast and great primer
we must one way dawn →
must once for omniboss step rubrickredd out of the wordpress
else there is no virtue more in alcohoran →
else is there no virtue more in alcohoran
(so, fermenting the alphabet leads to rebirth???)
Islam in FDV: 'alcohoran', 'A bone, a pebble, a ramskin' and 'every word will carry 3 score & ten readings'
[What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice And everything nice]
[Fly not yet] ♬ music
[...many miles to... Three score... by candlelight?]
"The movables... all of them... to every little earywig tells a little bit of a torytale" the ptee parts doing duty for the whole alphabet
FDV: "A bone, a pebble, a ramskin: chip them, chop them, cut them allways: leave them in the slow of their oven: and the day of magnum charter we must one way dawn else there is no virtue more in alcohoran. For that is what paper is made of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till we finally (though not yet for all) meet with Mr Typ, Mrs Top and all the little typtoppies — Fillstop. So you need hardly tell me that every word will carry 3 score & ten readings through the book of life till Daleth, who opened it, closes the door. The movables are in motion march, all of them again in pitpat & zingzang to every little earywig tells a little bit of a torytale. Of a man and of a wife and of a pomme and a famme or of the youths that wanted gilding or of the maid that made a man."
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The first four lines on this page seem like Joyce-blowing-smoke (-about-Islam) while the FDV meaning is just that the mind 'writes its own runes'. This subject/verb pair makes sense : "the last camel... has still to moor". But the several "his"s (eyebrows/ cousin/ date) repeatedly confuse that camel with Mohammed himself...???
FW2: "But the hour, the smiting, the day of decision is not now."
← "But the horn, the drinking, the day of dread are not now." [FW1]
← "the Hour... the Smiting... the Day of Decision" [Lane-Poole]
I'd lean towards FW1 here, since JAJ-quoting-exactly is almost unknown.
FDV→FW2:
leave them in the slow of their oven →
leave them to terracook in the slowth of the muttheringpot
and the day of magnum charter →
and Gutenmorg with his cromagnom charter, tintingfast and great primer
we must one way dawn →
must once for omniboss step rubrickredd out of the wordpress
else there is no virtue more in alcohoran →
else is there no virtue more in alcohoran
(so, fermenting the alphabet leads to rebirth???)
Islam in FDV: 'alcohoran', 'A bone, a pebble, a ramskin' and 'every word will carry 3 score & ten readings'
[What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice And everything nice]
[Fly not yet] ♬ music
[...many miles to... Three score... by candlelight?]
"The movables... all of them... to every little earywig tells a little bit of a torytale" the ptee parts doing duty for the whole alphabet
FDV: "A bone, a pebble, a ramskin: chip them, chop them, cut them allways: leave them in the slow of their oven: and the day of magnum charter we must one way dawn else there is no virtue more in alcohoran. For that is what paper is made of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till we finally (though not yet for all) meet with Mr Typ, Mrs Top and all the little typtoppies — Fillstop. So you need hardly tell me that every word will carry 3 score & ten readings through the book of life till Daleth, who opened it, closes the door. The movables are in motion march, all of them again in pitpat & zingzang to every little earywig tells a little bit of a torytale. Of a man and of a wife and of a pomme and a famme or of the youths that wanted gilding or of the maid that made a man."
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Tuesday, September 24, 2013
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The sack of nicknacks the hen collected on the battlefield (including old coins?) are mutating into the letters of a written alphabet, with special emphasis on P, Q, R, W, T, S and X.
"Right are rocks → Right rank ragnar rocks
and with these rocks → and with these rox
rogues rangled rough → orangotangos rangled rough
& rightgoring → and rightgorong"
Hebrew: "Olives, beets, kimmells, dollies" → Jewish foods? (except dollies? kimmel bread is rye bread with caraway seeds)
Greek: "alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons" → people?
Maybe: HCE catches ALP cheating with the snake S??????
The first explorations of arithmetic???
"Subdivide and sumdolot → Somedivide and sumthelot
and the tale comes out the same. → but the tally turns round the same balifuson.
Axe plays axe on axe axewise. → Axe on thwacks on thracks, axenwise.
One by one please one be three and one before. →
One by one place one be three, dittoh, and one before.
Two nursus one make free and idem behind. →
Two nursus one make a plausible free and idim behind."
FDV: "When a piece does for the whole we soon get used to an allforabit. Here are selveram cued little peas of quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make payroll. Right are rocks and with these rocks rogues rangled rough & rightgoring. Wisha, wisha, whydidthe? This is for thorn that's tuck in its toil like tom anger. Sss! See the snake worms everywhere our durst bin is sworming with sneaks! Subdivide and sumdolot and the tale comes out the same. One by one please one be three and one before. Two nursus one make free and idem behind. What a tale to unfurl & with what an end in view! And to say we are all every tim mick & larry of us, sons of the sod, when we are not every sue, ciss & sally of us, dugters of Jor. True there was no paper in the waste and the mountain pen still groaned for the micies to deliver him. You gave me a boot and I ate the wind. I tipped you a quid and you went to quod. But the world, mind, is, was & will be writing its own runes on all matters that fall under the ban of our senses."
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The sack of nicknacks the hen collected on the battlefield (including old coins?) are mutating into the letters of a written alphabet, with special emphasis on P, Q, R, W, T, S and X.
"Right are rocks → Right rank ragnar rocks
and with these rocks → and with these rox
rogues rangled rough → orangotangos rangled rough
& rightgoring → and rightgorong"
Hebrew: "Olives, beets, kimmells, dollies" → Jewish foods? (except dollies? kimmel bread is rye bread with caraway seeds)
Greek: "alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons" → people?
Maybe: HCE catches ALP cheating with the snake S??????
The first explorations of arithmetic???
"Subdivide and sumdolot → Somedivide and sumthelot
and the tale comes out the same. → but the tally turns round the same balifuson.
Axe plays axe on axe axewise. → Axe on thwacks on thracks, axenwise.
One by one please one be three and one before. →
One by one place one be three, dittoh, and one before.
Two nursus one make free and idem behind. →
Two nursus one make a plausible free and idim behind."
FDV: "When a piece does for the whole we soon get used to an allforabit. Here are selveram cued little peas of quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make payroll. Right are rocks and with these rocks rogues rangled rough & rightgoring. Wisha, wisha, whydidthe? This is for thorn that's tuck in its toil like tom anger. Sss! See the snake worms everywhere our durst bin is sworming with sneaks! Subdivide and sumdolot and the tale comes out the same. One by one please one be three and one before. Two nursus one make free and idem behind. What a tale to unfurl & with what an end in view! And to say we are all every tim mick & larry of us, sons of the sod, when we are not every sue, ciss & sally of us, dugters of Jor. True there was no paper in the waste and the mountain pen still groaned for the micies to deliver him. You gave me a boot and I ate the wind. I tipped you a quid and you went to quod. But the world, mind, is, was & will be writing its own runes on all matters that fall under the ban of our senses."
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Monday, September 23, 2013
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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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["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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Sunday, September 22, 2013
Page 17
Assigned reading (8 dialog items [] plus 182 notes) [secondary] [McH]
Some 50 instances like "riverpool" of Ls and Rs being swapped have been found (along with 40 for Ps and Ks). "sturk" is the first of 40 references to LeFanu's Dublin novel "House by the Churchyard".
[♬ Let Erin Remember] melody aka "Moddereen Rue" (The Red Fox)
A touching example of the lengths Joyce assumed (correctly) we'd go to to unpack his meanings: "Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering rue..." has been presumptively traced to a book by Chateaubriand, "We passed close to the tomb of a child, that served as a boundary for two nations." But this image has been abstracted to almost nothing, and so could have been traced only via a surviving note in notebook VI.B5 "limit of 2 races child's grave" exxed in red "(r)" like the next one about T&I being separated and reunited.
"Pride, O pride, thy prize!" echoes Parnell's "When you sell, get my price". Mutt's "Fiatfuit!" positions him as a druid conceding victory to Patrick.
"alp on earwig, drukn on ild" may be air-earth-water-fire, along with a slew of dual opposites.
FDV: "Jute— Simply because he dumptied the wholebarrow of rubbages on to soil?
Mutt— Just a puddingstone at a riverpool.
Jute— Lord a marshy! With what for a noise like?
Mutt— Somular to a bull in a Clompturf. I could snore with my owth by the neck I am sutton on O'Flynn.
Jute— Boiledoil for me if I can forestand you norse noise as you make out of it.
Mutt— Rest a while. Half a look onward you will see [...] Thousand & one livestories netherfallen here. They are tombed to the mound."
The 1001 Arabian Nights get 20 mentions to replace this FDV one.
Mysteries: icefloe?
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Some 50 instances like "riverpool" of Ls and Rs being swapped have been found (along with 40 for Ps and Ks). "sturk" is the first of 40 references to LeFanu's Dublin novel "House by the Churchyard".
[♬ Let Erin Remember] melody aka "Moddereen Rue" (The Red Fox)
A touching example of the lengths Joyce assumed (correctly) we'd go to to unpack his meanings: "Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Morthering rue..." has been presumptively traced to a book by Chateaubriand, "We passed close to the tomb of a child, that served as a boundary for two nations." But this image has been abstracted to almost nothing, and so could have been traced only via a surviving note in notebook VI.B5 "limit of 2 races child's grave" exxed in red "(r)" like the next one about T&I being separated and reunited.
"Pride, O pride, thy prize!" echoes Parnell's "When you sell, get my price". Mutt's "Fiatfuit!" positions him as a druid conceding victory to Patrick.
"alp on earwig, drukn on ild" may be air-earth-water-fire, along with a slew of dual opposites.
FDV: "Jute— Simply because he dumptied the wholebarrow of rubbages on to soil?
Mutt— Just a puddingstone at a riverpool.
Jute— Lord a marshy! With what for a noise like?
Mutt— Somular to a bull in a Clompturf. I could snore with my owth by the neck I am sutton on O'Flynn.
Jute— Boiledoil for me if I can forestand you norse noise as you make out of it.
Mutt— Rest a while. Half a look onward you will see [...] Thousand & one livestories netherfallen here. They are tombed to the mound."
The 1001 Arabian Nights get 20 mentions to replace this FDV one.
Mysteries: icefloe?
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