What an amazing novel! Nooteboom's use of the camera lens style of writing is brilliant! The book also reminded me of class yesterday, how Dr. Sexson had an idea then went on a 20 minute tangent and came back to the idea we had all forgotten spawned the conversation in the first place. Nooteboom's story has this strewn throughout it. Makes you really think and pay attention to the details of it. It's also funny how the little things, really insignificant, seem to connect the major details. I love when a novel really plays that up. Attention to detail is a skill I have but would like to improve. Like Sherlock Holmes or Monk.
This is the kind of attention to detail I think is needed to delve into Finnegans Wake. My cursory scanning will be fine for the semester but I will most likely spend the next 17 years with the novel like Joyce would like. I have never been more excited for a book. This is the only one I know I will be able to read for the rest of my life and never get bored with.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Lines
Just so it's clear, I'm switching my lines to this:
p.88
"Iguines. And with tumblerous legs, redipnominated Helmingham Erchenwyne Rutter Egebert Crumwall Odin Maximus Esme Saxon Esa Vercingetorix Ethelwulf Rupprecht Ydwalla Bentley Osmund Dysart Yggdrasselmann? Holy Saint Eiffel, the very phoenix!"
I don't have much of an affinity for birds so my last selection, though not extremely difficult to memorize, just felt a little lame in my mind. This will be much more of a challenge and much more fun!
p.88
"Iguines. And with tumblerous legs, redipnominated Helmingham Erchenwyne Rutter Egebert Crumwall Odin Maximus Esme Saxon Esa Vercingetorix Ethelwulf Rupprecht Ydwalla Bentley Osmund Dysart Yggdrasselmann? Holy Saint Eiffel, the very phoenix!"
I don't have much of an affinity for birds so my last selection, though not extremely difficult to memorize, just felt a little lame in my mind. This will be much more of a challenge and much more fun!
Finnigan's Wake p 76 - 110
p.76: "sigarius (sic!) vindicat urves terrorum (sicker!)"
p.77: "the lion, the white, the wardrobe"
p.78: "hypnos chilia eonion!"
"propaguting his plutorpopular progeniem of pots and pans and pokers and puns..." Just reminded me of "V for Vendetta"
p.79: "Danadune" Xanadu maybe?
p.77: "the lion, the white, the wardrobe"
p.78: "hypnos chilia eonion!"
"propaguting his plutorpopular progeniem of pots and pans and pokers and puns..." Just reminded me of "V for Vendetta"
p.79: "Danadune" Xanadu maybe?
p.80: "Phornix Park" reference.
"krischnians" Christians?
another "lucans"
p.81: Hannibal, Hercules, Romeo and Hermes are mentioned
"(tout est sacre pour un sacreur, femme a barbe ou homme-nourice)"
p.82: A great line: "illortemporate" I see in illo tempore which means "in the great time"
p.83: "spud in his faust" spit in his face, spit on faust, or throwing vegetables at the performers of faust, disliking or disapproving of the idea of a deal with the devil.
p.84: "lignum vitae" Dublin
p.85: "aca legitima plebia" more fun words "methylated" "ambrosiaurealised" "cymtrymanx"
p.86: "elois" "Qui Sta Troia" and a "pikey"
p.87: "ould lanxiety" old anxiety, auld lang syne
"sivispacem (Gaeltact for dungfork)"
"Isod's" could be Isolde? Maybe I'm seeing things...
p.88: HCE reference again. Another pfantastreack string of amalgamate words "Iguines. And with tumblerous legs, redipnominated Helmingham Erchenwyne Rutter Egerbert Crumwall Odin Maximus Esme Saxon Esa Vercingetorix Ethelwuf Rupprecht Ydwalla Bently Osmund Dysart Yggdrasselmann? Holy Saint Eiffel, the very phoenix!" actually, the words i was going to memorize, I've found a bit boring, I'm going to switch to this, lets see how I do eh?
p.89: "Two dreamyums in one dromium?" I like this quote, two good dreams in one. dromium reminds me of dominum or dominus both mean the Lord in latin. Two dreams in one lordship? Being the master or god of your dream life?
"Quare hicum"
"Unde gentium fe"
p.90: "Let there be fight? And there was." Ah the Irish. :)
p.91: This page is really orange. I'm just going to pick one or two since blogging about Finnegans Wake is getting me behind on reading Finnegans Wake, ha ha!
"Cleopartick"
"Llwyd Josus"
"Dublin"
p.92: "myrrmyrred" Myrrha?
p.93: "Esau"
"Timm Finn again's weak"
p.94: "syncopanties" syncopation?
"monopoleums" reminded me of onomatopoeias, lots more to glean from it.
p.95: HCE again, "mountain dew"
p.96: "a drahereen o machree"
"securus indicat orbis terrrum"
p.97: "Ear canny hare" flipped is HCE
"doubling" Dublin
also, what could be a reference to indigestion, IBS or a Celiac symptom, ha ha!
p.98: "Acnomina ecnumina?"
p.99: Estout pourporteral!" Stout pour porter all!
and "homnibus"
p.100: "En caecos harauspices! Annos longos patimur!"
p.101: "intimologies" entomology or maybe etymology both could be considered intimate. Joyce's intimate understanding of words and the intimacy one shares when dissecting another creature.
p.102: "A.L.P."
"gave him keen and made him able" Cain and Abel
p.103: "by the waters of babalong."
p.104: "Annah the Allmaziful" we kind of looked at this in class.
"Ik dik dopedope et tu mihimihi"
p.105: "Drink to Him"
"Ophelia's Culpreints"
"Finn This Funnycoon's Week"
p.106: Here it is! The Ballad of Tim Finnegan rewritten by Joyce:
The Last of the Fingallians, It Was Me
Egged Him on to the Stork Exchange
and Lent my Dutiful Face to his Customs,
Chee Chee Cheels on their China Miction,
It seems to go on a little but it degrades to the point of being a stretch to include it in the blog.
"Lumptytumtumpty had a Big Fall"
"Amy Licks Porter" ALP
"Huffy Chops Eads" HCE
p.107: Two more references to "Earwicker"
"chiaroscuro"
"sexmosaic of numphosis" yeah, that just about covers itself.
p.108: "Elberfeld's Calculating Horses" flipped is HCE
"Hear! Calls! Everywhair!
p.109: "syncopation" I'd been waiting for this word.
p.110: "ult aut nult"
"illico"
"lutran" another lucifer reference?
Now to read more. Maybe if I blog every 20 pages instead of every 100 or so it won't seem like such a big deal... It's strange hoe that works isn't it? You get so far ahead in one thing that it seems like a huge project to catch up in its partner area so you stop doing the important thing all together until you get caught up with the thing you're behind in. People are just crazy... Crazy? I was crazy once... ;)
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Stealing Sam's "Thunder"
Here is an audio clip from Sam! If I remember correctly it is an audio clip of one of her friends, Stuart Sherman, reading a bit of Finnegans Wake. This is one of the Thunder Claps in the book.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Finnegans Wake 51 - 75. More later.
p.51: "one's thousand one nightinesses"
another HCE reference.
p.52: Another Anny Oakley reference
"(scoretaking: Spegulo ne helpas al malbellulo, Mi Kredas ke vi estas prava, Via dote la vizago rispondas fraulino)"
p.53: "La arboro, lo petrusu"
"(doereh-moose genuane!)"
p.54: "Halley's comet" which is followed by a paragraph of the gibberish that takes days to glean the hidden meanings out of. I can't wait to have the free time to dig into this book like I'd like to! Yay for a summer project!
p.55:"grimaldism hypostasised"
p.56: "pro tem locums"
p.57: "lie low lea"
p.58: "Longtong's breach is fallen down but Graunya's spreed's abroad" I like the little interjections of songs throughout the book. Coming up is a piece of the Ballad of Tim Finnegan in Joycean.
"pardonnez-leur, je vous en prie, eh?"
p.59: "Mon foie"
"Good mein leber"
"umbedimbt!"
p.60: "Caligula" Yay for the Roman Empire! Julius Cesar rains! Yaaaaaaaaayy!
"upsiduxit: mutatus mutandus"
p.61: Hamlet reference "John a'Dream's" I love this line from a soliloquy which goes:
Make mad the guilty and appall the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
Upon whose property and most dear life
A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,
As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?
Ha! 'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
To make oppression bitter, or ere this
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O, vengeance!
Sorry, I love Shakespeare.
This is followed by a paragraph in lisp-speach "Have you evew thought, wepowtew, that sheew gweatness was his twadgedy?"
p.62: "hejirite" "Mara" "For mine qvinne I thee giftake and bind my hosenband I thee halter." A marriage? Methinks so.
p.63: "parasoliloquisingly" this is what I did above right? ;)
"magnum bonum"
p.64: "one thousand one" "Mullingcan" "Cherchons la flamme!"
p.65: "tableau vivant"
I think gramps was kind of a player
"Robinson trousseau"
two references to A.B.C. and one "Finny."
p.66: "reeboos publikiss" politics much?
H.C.E.
"Dubblenn"
p.67: "nitrience of oxagiants to take its free air and just analectralyse that very chymerical combination, the gasbag where the warderworks. And try to pour somour heiterscene up thealmostfere." Wow, WTF Mate?
p.68: "ad huck" "a la Zingara"
p.69: "eddams ended with aves. Armen?" Adam ended with Eve. Amen?
p.70: "U.S.E. paying (Gaul save the mark!)" Yeah, we're a money hungry country for sure...
another HCE
p.71: Yay for another "walrus" reference!
p.72: "sowsealist potty" socialist party? wishy washy shitty dreamers poetry?
p.73: HCE again... or wait, ECH "Et Cur Heli!" and "Howth or at Cooklock or even at Enniskerry"
p.74: "some Finn, some Finn avant!" "haught crested elmer" and a really fun quote "Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping Drain. Sdops."
p.75: "lililiths" "ex profundis malorum"
another HCE reference.
p.52: Another Anny Oakley reference
"(scoretaking: Spegulo ne helpas al malbellulo, Mi Kredas ke vi estas prava, Via dote la vizago rispondas fraulino)"
p.53: "La arboro, lo petrusu"
"(doereh-moose genuane!)"
p.54: "Halley's comet" which is followed by a paragraph of the gibberish that takes days to glean the hidden meanings out of. I can't wait to have the free time to dig into this book like I'd like to! Yay for a summer project!
p.55:"grimaldism hypostasised"
p.56: "pro tem locums"
p.57: "lie low lea"
p.58: "Longtong's breach is fallen down but Graunya's spreed's abroad" I like the little interjections of songs throughout the book. Coming up is a piece of the Ballad of Tim Finnegan in Joycean.
"pardonnez-leur, je vous en prie, eh?"
p.59: "Mon foie"
"Good mein leber"
"umbedimbt!"
p.60: "Caligula" Yay for the Roman Empire! Julius Cesar rains! Yaaaaaaaaayy!
"upsiduxit: mutatus mutandus"
p.61: Hamlet reference "John a'Dream's" I love this line from a soliloquy which goes:
Make mad the guilty and appall the free,
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed
The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing; no, not for a king,
Upon whose property and most dear life
A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,
As deep as to the lungs? who does me this?
Ha! 'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall
To make oppression bitter, or ere this
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O, vengeance!
Sorry, I love Shakespeare.
This is followed by a paragraph in lisp-speach "Have you evew thought, wepowtew, that sheew gweatness was his twadgedy?"
p.62: "hejirite" "Mara" "For mine qvinne I thee giftake and bind my hosenband I thee halter." A marriage? Methinks so.
p.63: "parasoliloquisingly" this is what I did above right? ;)
"magnum bonum"
p.64: "one thousand one" "Mullingcan" "Cherchons la flamme!"
p.65: "tableau vivant"
I think gramps was kind of a player
"Robinson trousseau"
two references to A.B.C. and one "Finny."
p.66: "reeboos publikiss" politics much?
H.C.E.
"Dubblenn"
p.67: "nitrience of oxagiants to take its free air and just analectralyse that very chymerical combination, the gasbag where the warderworks. And try to pour somour heiterscene up thealmostfere." Wow, WTF Mate?
p.68: "ad huck" "a la Zingara"
p.69: "eddams ended with aves. Armen?" Adam ended with Eve. Amen?
p.70: "U.S.E. paying (Gaul save the mark!)" Yeah, we're a money hungry country for sure...
another HCE
p.71: Yay for another "walrus" reference!
p.72: "sowsealist potty" socialist party? wishy washy shitty dreamers poetry?
p.73: HCE again... or wait, ECH "Et Cur Heli!" and "Howth or at Cooklock or even at Enniskerry"
p.74: "some Finn, some Finn avant!" "haught crested elmer" and a really fun quote "Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping Drain. Sdops."
p.75: "lililiths" "ex profundis malorum"
Finnegans Wake 37 - 50
Yay for more pages read! I am definitely more into the reading and researching this book than blogging about my progress. I'll try to get better about it but really, it's going to be sporadic by comparison to the rest of the blogs I post.
If I remember correctly I left off on p. 36.
p.37: "mawshe dho hole" Yeah, I got no idea. Fun though.
"Mr Shallwesigh or Mr. Shallwelaugh" cool names.
p.38: "annie lawrie" as such:
LYRICS
"(in vinars venitas! volatiles valetotum!)" yeah, more latin.
p.39: "treacle tom"
p.40: Just some fun words. "epickthalamorous" A wedding hymn.
p. 41: more latin "hostis et odor insuper petroperfractus" - The Latin: “permitted” phrase “hostis et odor insuper petroperfractus” (FW41.5-6) seems to operate at least at two levels. Firstly it is descriptive of Hosty/composite son, (“hostis”) composed of malodorous O’Mara/Shem (Latin: “odor” = odour, smell) superimposed upon (Latin: “insuper” = moreover, besides, above) stony Peter Cloran/Shaun (Latin: “petra” = rock) who is also “stony broke” (Latin: “perfractus” = broken to pieces) in their shared bunk bed which also describes their unification as composite son/new HCE. Secondly, it describes the three sons in superimposed unity (one upon the other) – Hosty the hostile enemy stranger, the goatish smelly Shemian O’Mara – a bit of a stink with his artist’s ink (whose “odor” also suggests Latin: “odium” = hatred) and stony Cloran/Shaun (who is also a sheep to Shem’s goat – McHugh gives Latin: “petro” = old sheep) against HCE who is also described in “petroperfractus” – a (sexually) frustrated (Latin: “perfractus” = frustrated) impotent old sheep (c.f. his description as a “tiresome old milkless a ram” – FW396.15) who will be petrified by them and shattered by his fall at their hands like Humpty Dumpty – the sons’/new HCE’s unity entails old HCE’s disunity.
p. 42: Wordplay "fellow-me-lieder"
At this point I'd like to apologize. I have to be at a friends for dinner in 35 minutes and I'm not going to be as thorough (Thoreau?) as I should about the scribbles in my book. I may go over this at a later date to improve the essence of my notes, but since I'm barely getting the words, let alone finding much plot in my low-brow confusion it's probably alright as it is...
p.43: "Casudas de Poulichinello Artahut"
" ciello alsoliuto"
p.44: "silentium in curia"
"Ardite, arditi"
...then music which continues through to the end of page 47.
There is a reference to omnibus which I find popping up all over this novel. I'll research it later.
p.48: "Corpo di barragio"
p.49: "Ei fu" from an extreme low brow it could be eff u.
"ebbrous"
p.50: "han var" I know it's another language but I'll check it out more on my next pass.
I'm actually to 103 but have to shoot off to dinner now. The rest will come later this evening.
If I remember correctly I left off on p. 36.
p.37: "mawshe dho hole" Yeah, I got no idea. Fun though.
"Mr Shallwesigh or Mr. Shallwelaugh" cool names.
p.38: "annie lawrie" as such:
LYRICS
"(in vinars venitas! volatiles valetotum!)" yeah, more latin.
p.39: "treacle tom"
p.40: Just some fun words. "epickthalamorous" A wedding hymn.
p. 41: more latin "hostis et odor insuper petroperfractus" - The Latin: “permitted” phrase “hostis et odor insuper petroperfractus” (FW41.5-6) seems to operate at least at two levels. Firstly it is descriptive of Hosty/composite son, (“hostis”) composed of malodorous O’Mara/Shem (Latin: “odor” = odour, smell) superimposed upon (Latin: “insuper” = moreover, besides, above) stony Peter Cloran/Shaun (Latin: “petra” = rock) who is also “stony broke” (Latin: “perfractus” = broken to pieces) in their shared bunk bed which also describes their unification as composite son/new HCE. Secondly, it describes the three sons in superimposed unity (one upon the other) – Hosty the hostile enemy stranger, the goatish smelly Shemian O’Mara – a bit of a stink with his artist’s ink (whose “odor” also suggests Latin: “odium” = hatred) and stony Cloran/Shaun (who is also a sheep to Shem’s goat – McHugh gives Latin: “petro” = old sheep) against HCE who is also described in “petroperfractus” – a (sexually) frustrated (Latin: “perfractus” = frustrated) impotent old sheep (c.f. his description as a “tiresome old milkless a ram” – FW396.15) who will be petrified by them and shattered by his fall at their hands like Humpty Dumpty – the sons’/new HCE’s unity entails old HCE’s disunity.
p. 42: Wordplay "fellow-me-lieder"
At this point I'd like to apologize. I have to be at a friends for dinner in 35 minutes and I'm not going to be as thorough (Thoreau?) as I should about the scribbles in my book. I may go over this at a later date to improve the essence of my notes, but since I'm barely getting the words, let alone finding much plot in my low-brow confusion it's probably alright as it is...
p.43: "Casudas de Poulichinello Artahut"
" ciello alsoliuto"
p.44: "silentium in curia"
"Ardite, arditi"
...then music which continues through to the end of page 47.
There is a reference to omnibus which I find popping up all over this novel. I'll research it later.
p.48: "Corpo di barragio"
p.49: "Ei fu" from an extreme low brow it could be eff u.
"ebbrous"
p.50: "han var" I know it's another language but I'll check it out more on my next pass.
I'm actually to 103 but have to shoot off to dinner now. The rest will come later this evening.
Monday, January 25, 2010
I WANT MY NOOTEBOOM! O_o
So, most of my books still haven't arrived from yet... I am now really anxious to get The Following Story after having read so many of your blogs on the book. I read this blog from Doug Fejes that really caught my attention
"Nooteboom demonstrates how time when reading does not exist in any tense, but exists only in that moment when the reader connects to the text."
It reminded me of the quantum theory of Schrodinger's Cat!
This whole book sounds like an exercise in quantum theory from a literary perspective! I am stoked to get my hands on this book!
"Nooteboom demonstrates how time when reading does not exist in any tense, but exists only in that moment when the reader connects to the text."
It reminded me of the quantum theory of Schrodinger's Cat!
This whole book sounds like an exercise in quantum theory from a literary perspective! I am stoked to get my hands on this book!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Finnegan's Wake p. 12 - 36
I think I left off my last portion of Finnegan's Wake blogging on page 12 so I will pick up there.
p.12: two little quotes that made me smile: "the byways of high improvidence that's what makes life-work leaving," then towards the bottom there is a name "Miseryhill" which reminded me of Haroun's sad town.
p.13: "Dyoublong" clicked as Dublin in my head. I've been highlighting all the references that could be either "Tim Finnegan" or "Dublin" that I find. Also on this page was "Dbln"
p.14: "Two sons an hour were born until a goodman and his hag." Just made me laugh. There is also more latin; "Liber Lividus" which means blue book apparently.
p.15: "chiliad" this is a child's Iliad right?
"laughtears" I've forgotten who said we laugh to keep from crying, but it should be mentioned here again.
p.16: nada
p.17: "finnic in" obvious
p.18: "O I Fay" Just made me think of Dr. Sexson saying "Oy vay!" and slapping his forehead.
p.19: Lolcat speak: "please to stoop"
"durlblin"
20: generally discussing that if you're good you go to heaven?
21: zip
22: "her madesty a 'forethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain.
23: "And that was the first peace of illiteratise porthery in all the flamend flatuous world>"
24: a couple of things, if you can't tell I'm not writing down the majority of what I've highlighted for later analysis. I don't think it'd be interesting to everyone, like a reference to "Dalton" which is a buddy of mine's last name. Randomness. anywho...
"Healiopolis" - cool
25: "fenians" I'm seeing this title in things that are a stretch at this point. You see what you're looking for I guess.
26: "All Angels' Day" all kinds of astrological references: "copricapron" "virgo" a funny reference "Aunt Florenza" and a child learning "mudapplication"
27: "Dimitrius O'Flagonan"
28: "Finn no more!" Here is where Joyce said "I can't read my own writing anymore! No more editing I'm just going to write it! It's crazy talk!"
"Les Loves of Selskar et Pervenche"
"The Novvergin's Viv"
29: "The Bey for Dybbling"
30: "enos" Yay for the Bible.
31: "Our sailor king" who has the "walrus moustaches" "fas" "nefas" AH LANGUAGES!
32: 2 references to H.C.E. Whatever that is... and one "finikin"
33: "H.C.Earwicker" and a cool "if he did not exist it would be necessary quoniam to invent him" I like this idea!
34: JOYCE SAYS "LOL" made me smile, ha ha!
35: Seems like this whole page is the expulsion from paradise story
36: Bible as metaphor? H.C.E. again "vimvital" this is interesting. HCE and vimvital are chapstick stuffs!
Hokay, I read more and type less. Ciao!
p.12: two little quotes that made me smile: "the byways of high improvidence that's what makes life-work leaving," then towards the bottom there is a name "Miseryhill" which reminded me of Haroun's sad town.
p.13: "Dyoublong" clicked as Dublin in my head. I've been highlighting all the references that could be either "Tim Finnegan" or "Dublin" that I find. Also on this page was "Dbln"
p.14: "Two sons an hour were born until a goodman and his hag." Just made me laugh. There is also more latin; "Liber Lividus" which means blue book apparently.
p.15: "chiliad" this is a child's Iliad right?
"laughtears" I've forgotten who said we laugh to keep from crying, but it should be mentioned here again.
p.16: nada
p.17: "finnic in" obvious
p.18: "O I Fay" Just made me think of Dr. Sexson saying "Oy vay!" and slapping his forehead.
p.19: Lolcat speak: "please to stoop"
"durlblin"
20: generally discussing that if you're good you go to heaven?
21: zip
22: "her madesty a 'forethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways to Woeman's Land she rain, rain, rain.
23: "And that was the first peace of illiteratise porthery in all the flamend flatuous world>"
24: a couple of things, if you can't tell I'm not writing down the majority of what I've highlighted for later analysis. I don't think it'd be interesting to everyone, like a reference to "Dalton" which is a buddy of mine's last name. Randomness. anywho...
"Healiopolis" - cool
25: "fenians" I'm seeing this title in things that are a stretch at this point. You see what you're looking for I guess.
26: "All Angels' Day" all kinds of astrological references: "copricapron" "virgo" a funny reference "Aunt Florenza" and a child learning "mudapplication"
27: "Dimitrius O'Flagonan"
28: "Finn no more!" Here is where Joyce said "I can't read my own writing anymore! No more editing I'm just going to write it! It's crazy talk!"
"Les Loves of Selskar et Pervenche"
"The Novvergin's Viv"
29: "The Bey for Dybbling"
30: "enos" Yay for the Bible.
31: "Our sailor king" who has the "walrus moustaches" "fas" "nefas" AH LANGUAGES!
32: 2 references to H.C.E. Whatever that is... and one "finikin"
33: "H.C.Earwicker" and a cool "if he did not exist it would be necessary quoniam to invent him" I like this idea!
34: JOYCE SAYS "LOL" made me smile, ha ha!
35: Seems like this whole page is the expulsion from paradise story
36: Bible as metaphor? H.C.E. again "vimvital" this is interesting. HCE and vimvital are chapstick stuffs!
Hokay, I read more and type less. Ciao!
Finnegans Wake, My lines, my page, my Water Genie example.
My page, at random, which I believe I will most likely have a difficult time with considering all the other undertakings I've grabbed on to this semester will be:
Drum roll please.
p. 383
What are the chances of landing on the beginning of a "chapter?" You nailed it. One in three.
- Three quarks for Muster Mark!
Sure he hasn't got much of a bark
And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.
But O, Wreneagle Almighty, wouldn't un be a sky of a lark
To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark
And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmer-
stown Park?
Hohohoho, moulty Mark!
You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah's ark
And you think you're cock of the wark.
Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark
That'll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her
Without ever winking the tail of a feather
And that's how that chap's going to make his money mark!
Overhoved, shrillgleescreaming. That song sang seaswans.
The winging ones. Seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel and capercallzie.
All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold when they smacked the big
kuss of Tristan with Usolde.
And there they were too, then it was dark, whilest the wildcaps was circling,
as slow their ship, the winds aslight, upborne the fates, the wardose moved, by
courtesy of Mr. Deaubaleau Downbellow Kaempersally, listening in, as hard as they
could, in Dubbledorp, the donker, by the tourneyold of the wattarfalls, with their
vuoxens and the kemin in so hattajockey (only a
My lines will be:
"Overhoved, shrillgleescreaming. That song sang seaswans. The winging ones. Seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel and capercallzie. All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold when they smacked the big kuss of Tristan with Usolde."
My Water Genie example is from p. 478
"...yav hace not one pronouncable teerm that blows in all the vallums of tartallaght to signify majestate even provisionally nor no rheda rhoda or torpentine path or hallucinian via nor aurellian gape nor sunkin rut nor grossgown trek nor crimeslaved cruxway and no moorhens cry or mooner's plankgang there to lead us to hopenhaven."
Drum roll please.
p. 383
What are the chances of landing on the beginning of a "chapter?" You nailed it. One in three.
- Three quarks for Muster Mark!
Sure he hasn't got much of a bark
And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.
But O, Wreneagle Almighty, wouldn't un be a sky of a lark
To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark
And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmer-
stown Park?
Hohohoho, moulty Mark!
You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah's ark
And you think you're cock of the wark.
Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark
That'll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her
Without ever winking the tail of a feather
And that's how that chap's going to make his money mark!
Overhoved, shrillgleescreaming. That song sang seaswans.
The winging ones. Seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel and capercallzie.
All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold when they smacked the big
kuss of Tristan with Usolde.
And there they were too, then it was dark, whilest the wildcaps was circling,
as slow their ship, the winds aslight, upborne the fates, the wardose moved, by
courtesy of Mr. Deaubaleau Downbellow Kaempersally, listening in, as hard as they
could, in Dubbledorp, the donker, by the tourneyold of the wattarfalls, with their
vuoxens and the kemin in so hattajockey (only a
My lines will be:
"Overhoved, shrillgleescreaming. That song sang seaswans. The winging ones. Seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel and capercallzie. All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold when they smacked the big kuss of Tristan with Usolde."
My Water Genie example is from p. 478
"...yav hace not one pronouncable teerm that blows in all the vallums of tartallaght to signify majestate even provisionally nor no rheda rhoda or torpentine path or hallucinian via nor aurellian gape nor sunkin rut nor grossgown trek nor crimeslaved cruxway and no moorhens cry or mooner's plankgang there to lead us to hopenhaven."
The Following Story/Lyrics?ish?
Unfortunately, half of my books for the semester have not come in yet. This being one of them. I will post a blog on it A.S.A.P!
I used to sing along with my mother whenever she sang. Well, Her voice is that of an angel which is quite extraordinary considering she's hearing impaired. Because of this she would sing so confidently that I assumed she knew the words and would sing along with her. Well, not only did she, on occasion, not know the words and make up her own to fit, but I misinterpreted what she was saying and got things all backwards. This happened with quite a few songs and I don't think we actually sorted them all out until just a few years ago when I became Mr. Research. Just to toot my own horn for a second; I've had a personal computer since windows 3.1 and have only gotten better as the Jack of All Trades kind of computer usage, no specialty but a good probability that I can make anything happen. Well, I got the internet and all of a sudden lyrics were at my fingertips and my mother could sing karaoke without being worried about the accuracy of the words she'd habituated. No specific anecdote, just a tale of triumph over disability. :)
I used to sing along with my mother whenever she sang. Well, Her voice is that of an angel which is quite extraordinary considering she's hearing impaired. Because of this she would sing so confidently that I assumed she knew the words and would sing along with her. Well, not only did she, on occasion, not know the words and make up her own to fit, but I misinterpreted what she was saying and got things all backwards. This happened with quite a few songs and I don't think we actually sorted them all out until just a few years ago when I became Mr. Research. Just to toot my own horn for a second; I've had a personal computer since windows 3.1 and have only gotten better as the Jack of All Trades kind of computer usage, no specialty but a good probability that I can make anything happen. Well, I got the internet and all of a sudden lyrics were at my fingertips and my mother could sing karaoke without being worried about the accuracy of the words she'd habituated. No specific anecdote, just a tale of triumph over disability. :)
When I Awake
I open my eyes and, as fast as synopses fire, I read he layout of the ceiling I'm staring at. Spackle, off-white from age, not smoke or color. There is a corner in view on my right, that makes the familiar cut into my vision that signifies that I am laying on my back feet pointed north in my bed in my studio apartment. The odd shape that cut into my vision as I sit up becomes the corner that recesses and shapes my closet. My feet touch the floor and I hang on to this closet wall. Just seven feet ahead of me is the threshold of my bathroom. To get there I pass the gaping yaw of my closet where there used to be a door. I removed it to install a pull up bar. I gauge the gap and with no little amount of early morning skill fall from one side of the door frame to the other on my trek to the sink, just inside the bathroom on my right. To the left of the sink there is the toilet, lid down so Qwill, my cat doesn't decide that it's a water bowl. Another foot beyond is the tub which takes up the entirety of that back wall of the bathroom. After splashing water on my face to get the left over sleep from the Sandman out of the corners of my eye I about-face and take one step to my right where the towel hangs, directly across from the toilet.
I exit my bathroom and my eyes sweep across the little room which contains all my worldly possessions. Directly ahead of me, the bed I rolled out of, just beyond my desk, laptop, printer and books. A trash bin in the corner and boxed in by the far edge of my desk on the south wall and the edge of my bookshelves on the west wall. past my bookshelves is my west window, then my TV with it's electronic accessories and then my telescope tripod in the corner. The telescope rests, protected in it's case under my bed. Tracing further along is my North window under which sits my electric piano, then my living room table and love-seat which keeps Qwill's climbing tree against the wall since it is homemade and a bit unsteady. Then there is my "toppings table" which also stores Qwill's food and litter.
I step out past my closet and into the room. I lean against the bar counter I placed to separate my kitchen from my... everything else. Continuing my inventory I pass from the "toppings table" to the linoleum of my kitchen, the first thing which is in the kitchen area is the Qwill's food and water. Then the refrigerator, a small table for randomness to sit on which used to have (and still might) an RC car, charger and accessories but which has been overtaken by scarves, gloves, hats and other cold weather apparel. My doorway comes next with coats being the first thing on the East wall. From the doorway there is a half wall which divides the entry from the kitchen and is more for irritation and some sad attempt at style than any function or flow purpose. Beyond this separator is my stove, on the south wall which my bathroom hides behind. Then my sink, dishwasher, above which sits my microwave, and coffee and espresso machine.
Everything is in its place and everything is as it should be. I make my bed, brew some tea and sit down at my desk to write a blog about the (exactly) three seconds it took me to take account of all that is posted above.
I exit my bathroom and my eyes sweep across the little room which contains all my worldly possessions. Directly ahead of me, the bed I rolled out of, just beyond my desk, laptop, printer and books. A trash bin in the corner and boxed in by the far edge of my desk on the south wall and the edge of my bookshelves on the west wall. past my bookshelves is my west window, then my TV with it's electronic accessories and then my telescope tripod in the corner. The telescope rests, protected in it's case under my bed. Tracing further along is my North window under which sits my electric piano, then my living room table and love-seat which keeps Qwill's climbing tree against the wall since it is homemade and a bit unsteady. Then there is my "toppings table" which also stores Qwill's food and litter.
I step out past my closet and into the room. I lean against the bar counter I placed to separate my kitchen from my... everything else. Continuing my inventory I pass from the "toppings table" to the linoleum of my kitchen, the first thing which is in the kitchen area is the Qwill's food and water. Then the refrigerator, a small table for randomness to sit on which used to have (and still might) an RC car, charger and accessories but which has been overtaken by scarves, gloves, hats and other cold weather apparel. My doorway comes next with coats being the first thing on the East wall. From the doorway there is a half wall which divides the entry from the kitchen and is more for irritation and some sad attempt at style than any function or flow purpose. Beyond this separator is my stove, on the south wall which my bathroom hides behind. Then my sink, dishwasher, above which sits my microwave, and coffee and espresso machine.
Everything is in its place and everything is as it should be. I make my bed, brew some tea and sit down at my desk to write a blog about the (exactly) three seconds it took me to take account of all that is posted above.
Bhagavad Gita
Just a response to Jon Orsi's Blog which referenced Doug Feje's Blog which referenced the Bhagavad Gita. I found a LINK to the entirety of the Bhagavad Gita online along with audio!
20 Minute Lifetime
I'd say I haven't had one of these experiences, not straight forward anyway. I have had forced versions of this same idea though. Once I will probably not bring to light yet, though it will happen in one of these classes I'm certain, for it was an intensely personal experience, and another which follows here:
I was waling home from class one day last semester and I was having a great day. My day was so good in fact that it was nearly perfect. I thought about it as I walked and I decided that there was no reason for it to not be perfect and at that exact moment I felt as though the cosmos opened before me. Time slowed, the motion of my foot falling towards the ground completing my step was undetectable. It was as if I could see past the brilliance of the sun through our atmosphere and through space, getting close up visuals of the rocks on mars and the great storm on Jupiter and even farther to the storm on Neptune. I saw philosophies as if they were tangible and knew what my future was going to be like. I was rocked! Not in the short story by Shirley Jackson called The Lottery kind of way but in the way one is rocked when something is so amazing it seems that it is too much for one person to hold. My imagination had transported me throughout time and space at a thousand parsecs a second to places I would have only seen in my dreams. I didn't even spill my tea as I came back and waited for my foot to finish its descent.
The other experience is a story for another time.
I was waling home from class one day last semester and I was having a great day. My day was so good in fact that it was nearly perfect. I thought about it as I walked and I decided that there was no reason for it to not be perfect and at that exact moment I felt as though the cosmos opened before me. Time slowed, the motion of my foot falling towards the ground completing my step was undetectable. It was as if I could see past the brilliance of the sun through our atmosphere and through space, getting close up visuals of the rocks on mars and the great storm on Jupiter and even farther to the storm on Neptune. I saw philosophies as if they were tangible and knew what my future was going to be like. I was rocked! Not in the short story by Shirley Jackson called The Lottery kind of way but in the way one is rocked when something is so amazing it seems that it is too much for one person to hold. My imagination had transported me throughout time and space at a thousand parsecs a second to places I would have only seen in my dreams. I didn't even spill my tea as I came back and waited for my foot to finish its descent.
The other experience is a story for another time.
Friday, January 22, 2010
The Walrus & The Ballad of Tim Finnegan
I should have gotten this up a few days ago but better late than never I suppose.
This one was The Ballad of Tim Finnegan used today.
This one was The Ballad of Tim Finnegan used today.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Water Genie
I, tonight, am sitting, reclining, luxuriating and making an eve of it after a very emotional state of being over the last few days. A week really, or slightly over into the several days past a week sort of over. Several being more than two but not into the double digits of amount more than what was a fore mentioned. This emotional state relates to a sadness factory near the city that once had no name and then did but not until the end of a story which was read by the majority if not entirety of the class that this blog is being written, created, penned, typed and imagined for. That name had been forgotten by me and it was less the forgetting that made me sad but the remembering by force of what would be the action of a greater power bowed to by all of a geographic region who do not wish to incur certain unmentioned but terrifying and most likely hinted at or insinuated reactions to the action of not cooperating with the acts that were required which, in this case, was remembering something painful. But, thankfully this is all over, completed, done, finished, the line has ended and it is fin again. Now I may be able to focus my concentrated power of thought onto the actuality of this class and leave the past where it belongs: in the past. Behind me. Fading away as a dropped article into an abyss.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Finnegan's Wake
Well, I'm certainly not keeping up with Thomas but I'm truly enjoying myself. I feel as though I am in a vehicle traveling through space though. Whizzing past worlds, solar systems, galaxies and onward trying to catch brief glimpses before I wake up to find myself at a point in Finnegans Wake (no apostrophe right?) where I actually am beginning to catch things. Gaining a better set of eyes to view my swiftly passing landscape through. Though I am not keeping on par with Thomas I still feel as though I am not dedicating the time deserved for research to this novel. I am honestly amazed that Dr. Ben Lubner got as far as he did in the amount of time he spent on those first two pages.
I'm only putting random personal intrigues and questions. There are many more markings in my book.
Finnegans Wake:
p.3: "commodius vicus," this means "Rio needs to learn Latin" and I would agree with Joyce. Actually it comes across more as a comfortable building, depending on which way you go with vicus. Roman or Peruvian. Could also be "Garrison" or "Town nearby a castle or fort." Amongst many other definitions.
p.4: "pentschanjeuchy" - what a tongue twister!
p.5: "Wassaily Booslaeugh of Riesengeborg" just reminded me of some of the names you'd find in Lord of the Rings
I also found "one thousand and one stories" on this page.
p.6: "Sobs, they sighdid at Fillagain's chrisormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in their consternation, and their duodisimally profusive plethora of ululation."
This just struck a personal chord with me.
p.7: "Hic cubat edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam." - You'll all want to look here. This connects 4 Quartets and Finnegans Wake through this quote very nicely.
Here's a link I stumbled across doing my research here.
A link I found for HCE and ALP which is something hidden in Joyce's work I'm going to have to delve into when I have a free second.
Here's a link for Finnegans Wake Concordex
p.8: "inglis" reminded me of "انگلیسی" or "Inglissi" which is Farsi for "english"
p.9: This page had nothing specifically, but it was the first time I caught a hint of actual connected plotline instead of just random words and scenes. It seems as though there is a talk of war. Through different settings but all the same connective theme. War.
p.10: I think, very similar to p.9, connective. Like a conversation changing topics, went from war to sports to a museum?
p.11: "... and all spoiled goods go in her nabsack..." along with the list which grows more and more extravagant. I love it. Makes me think that this lady is a tomboy. A boy and his pockets.
Done for now. I'm a week behind in another class thanks to a shortage of the required books available. I'll dump more into Finnegans Wake tomorrow afternoon! Hopefully I'll be all caught up by M!
I'm only putting random personal intrigues and questions. There are many more markings in my book.
Finnegans Wake:
p.3: "commodius vicus," this means "Rio needs to learn Latin" and I would agree with Joyce. Actually it comes across more as a comfortable building, depending on which way you go with vicus. Roman or Peruvian. Could also be "Garrison" or "Town nearby a castle or fort." Amongst many other definitions.
p.4: "pentschanjeuchy" - what a tongue twister!
p.5: "Wassaily Booslaeugh of Riesengeborg" just reminded me of some of the names you'd find in Lord of the Rings
I also found "one thousand and one stories" on this page.
p.6: "Sobs, they sighdid at Fillagain's chrisormiss wake, all the hoolivans of the nation, prostrated in their consternation, and their duodisimally profusive plethora of ululation."
This just struck a personal chord with me.
p.7: "Hic cubat edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam." - You'll all want to look here. This connects 4 Quartets and Finnegans Wake through this quote very nicely.
Here's a link I stumbled across doing my research here.
A link I found for HCE and ALP which is something hidden in Joyce's work I'm going to have to delve into when I have a free second.
Here's a link for Finnegans Wake Concordex
p.8: "inglis" reminded me of "انگلیسی" or "Inglissi" which is Farsi for "english"
p.9: This page had nothing specifically, but it was the first time I caught a hint of actual connected plotline instead of just random words and scenes. It seems as though there is a talk of war. Through different settings but all the same connective theme. War.
p.10: I think, very similar to p.9, connective. Like a conversation changing topics, went from war to sports to a museum?
p.11: "... and all spoiled goods go in her nabsack..." along with the list which grows more and more extravagant. I love it. Makes me think that this lady is a tomboy. A boy and his pockets.
Done for now. I'm a week behind in another class thanks to a shortage of the required books available. I'll dump more into Finnegans Wake tomorrow afternoon! Hopefully I'll be all caught up by M!
Hyperlinks
For pages I used in class.
Zach of the Saving Bell's reference to "Pale Fire by Nabokov"
On a similar note, I'm having a little trouble tracking down useful links for The Ballad of Tim Finnegan by the Clancy Brothers. If anyone happens across anything that might be fun and educational for class I never turn down more ideas!
eMail me at:
jetpantheravin@gmail.com
See you all friday!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Woo, outta my league...
Brianne of the Summer Breeze's Blog just proved to me that this class is a 400 level class and that it's going to be sink or swim time for my sophomoric self. I only knew about a half of the references she made but I did connect several ideas from her blog to some movies. Perhaps I can embody the low-brow in this class and find myself a niche? The Joker maybe?
A quote from tv that I saw a while back... maybe from Serenity: "You know the definition of a hero? Someone who gets other people killed." Just something I thought of when I read Brianne's words on Bolo.
A quote from tv that I saw a while back... maybe from Serenity: "You know the definition of a hero? Someone who gets other people killed." Just something I thought of when I read Brianne's words on Bolo.
Finnigan's Wake
Well, I feel as though, already. i am over my head with this read.
Alright... Now to see what I'll need for the second paragraph...
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
What a phenomenal read! This brought back so many memories from my childhood! When I was in my single digits my mother got me a book that was a personalized story. It wasn't nearly this elaborate or lengthy but it was still very cool to be the protagonist in something professionally printed!
I loved how this novel was written! Easy to read and yet educational! It reminded me of Shakespeare in a way. Partly for fun and partly for education, or written for two different "classes" of reader.
Some of the things I found really interesting are:
p.19: "... and when she hugged him the great cascades of her flesh seemed to surround him completely, to his considerable alarm." I liked this quote because it really shows how attentive Rushdie is to the perspective of a child. This is something I really appreciate. Really finding that connection, or rather, really holding that connection through maturity and into adulthood is something that is rare and, I believe (as the author seems to), should be cherished.
p.20: the use of the word "Panjandrums" makes me really happy. I haven't seen this word in years!
p.22: "Haroun wanted to get those words back, to pull them out of his father's ears and shove them back into his own mouth; but of course he couldn't do that." I think everyone has felt this way before. It's why I always forgive people. I know that occasionally, no matter how bad we wish it didn't, it happens. One day I just hope the person I accidentally slip with will be as forgiving as I am.
p.51: reference to The Ocean of Story which we either downloaded or read online. I'll blog about that as soon as I get to it. Probably tomorrow.
p.97-8: One of my favorites. The response to the idea of torture. "Where do you pick up such bloodthirstiness? ... write I mist not spy one thousand and one times. Or is that too severe?" Along with the awesomeness of the passivity of this comically crime free moon, I like the many references to One Thousand and One Nights and the plethora of other stories that are in the book.
p.152: "... switching the tanks' stirring mechanisms on and off again, swabbing the decks. It was all as boring as could be; and yet ... what these ... clerical types were actually up to was nothing less than the destruction of the Ocean .. itself!" Heavily edited obviously but I love this quote. It reminds me that there is a multitude of perspectives to every argument. War included. Like ours. Neither side feels evil but they are branded as such. Not really fair is it?
p.156: Right around here it clicked that what I was reading about was a war between a right-side dominant thinking culture and a left side dominant thinking culture. Analysts and Artists. Kind of sad it took me this long to consciously make the connection. Must be fresh off a break or something...
Well, that's the majority of my margin scratching. At least the stuff that I found relevant to class and not silly stuff for personal notations. Like "I forgot about the Archaeopteryx! What a random place to find mention of it!"
I loved how this novel was written! Easy to read and yet educational! It reminded me of Shakespeare in a way. Partly for fun and partly for education, or written for two different "classes" of reader.
Some of the things I found really interesting are:
p.19: "... and when she hugged him the great cascades of her flesh seemed to surround him completely, to his considerable alarm." I liked this quote because it really shows how attentive Rushdie is to the perspective of a child. This is something I really appreciate. Really finding that connection, or rather, really holding that connection through maturity and into adulthood is something that is rare and, I believe (as the author seems to), should be cherished.
p.20: the use of the word "Panjandrums" makes me really happy. I haven't seen this word in years!
p.22: "Haroun wanted to get those words back, to pull them out of his father's ears and shove them back into his own mouth; but of course he couldn't do that." I think everyone has felt this way before. It's why I always forgive people. I know that occasionally, no matter how bad we wish it didn't, it happens. One day I just hope the person I accidentally slip with will be as forgiving as I am.
p.51: reference to The Ocean of Story which we either downloaded or read online. I'll blog about that as soon as I get to it. Probably tomorrow.
p.97-8: One of my favorites. The response to the idea of torture. "Where do you pick up such bloodthirstiness? ... write I mist not spy one thousand and one times. Or is that too severe?" Along with the awesomeness of the passivity of this comically crime free moon, I like the many references to One Thousand and One Nights and the plethora of other stories that are in the book.
p.152: "... switching the tanks' stirring mechanisms on and off again, swabbing the decks. It was all as boring as could be; and yet ... what these ... clerical types were actually up to was nothing less than the destruction of the Ocean .. itself!" Heavily edited obviously but I love this quote. It reminds me that there is a multitude of perspectives to every argument. War included. Like ours. Neither side feels evil but they are branded as such. Not really fair is it?
p.156: Right around here it clicked that what I was reading about was a war between a right-side dominant thinking culture and a left side dominant thinking culture. Analysts and Artists. Kind of sad it took me this long to consciously make the connection. Must be fresh off a break or something...
Well, that's the majority of my margin scratching. At least the stuff that I found relevant to class and not silly stuff for personal notations. Like "I forgot about the Archaeopteryx! What a random place to find mention of it!"
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Books
Alrighty, I've gotten all my books ordered. Hopefully they'll get in before I get too far behind but... we'll see.
I can't wait to begin catching up and finding my own opinions on what everyone else has been blogging about liking!
I just found a copy of Haroun today and am beginning it tonight. Will share more soon!
I can't wait to begin catching up and finding my own opinions on what everyone else has been blogging about liking!
I just found a copy of Haroun today and am beginning it tonight. Will share more soon!
High/Low Brow experience
I feel kind of bad for posting it but here's high versus low brow.
True story, just so you know. AS I write this I'm on hold with the guy...
I'm calling around for Finnegan's Wake and call Walmart to see if they have a cheap copy.
Our conversation:
"Electronics department."
"Hi, I'm looking for a copy of the book Finnegan's Wake."
"What's it called?"
"Finnegan's Wake."
"Uh, okay, who's it by?"
"James Joyce."
"Uh, I'll check."
High brow is something you can't find at Walmart. Sigh.
True story, just so you know. AS I write this I'm on hold with the guy...
I'm calling around for Finnegan's Wake and call Walmart to see if they have a cheap copy.
Our conversation:
"Electronics department."
"Hi, I'm looking for a copy of the book Finnegan's Wake."
"What's it called?"
"Finnegan's Wake."
"Uh, okay, who's it by?"
"James Joyce."
"Uh, I'll check."
High brow is something you can't find at Walmart. Sigh.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Finnegan's Wake
I am stoked to get to Finnegan's Wake! That language is hypnotic when it's read aloud! I must confess that I am behind on getting all my books but I am working on it. I just got my tuition check in and deposited so hopefully I can get everything by the end of the week!
See you all Wednesday!
See you all Wednesday!
1/15 - Smartpen
Four Quartets – T.S. Eliot
3 Books by Samuel Beckett
Dark side of emergent literature – Becket
“Every word I write is a stain upon silence.” – Becket.(?) When he won the Nobel Prize
Vocab: Plurosis – filling up – used for romance or comedy(marriage)(Finnegan’s
Wake)
Kenosis – emptying out -
Via Negativa
Movies: It Happened One Night
HW: Take one page at random and OWN it. Memorize.
Do not read Becket’s book from page 1, begin on 91. Just to humor Dr. Sexson
BOOK 1 TO READ: Haroun and the Sea of Stories by Monday 1/18/10
Extra credit to anyone who laughs at Beckett and blogs it!
Read Kathasaritsagara over weekend
“Finnegan’s Wake has everything in it.” – Sexson
FACT: Joyce went blind and had to dictate Finnegan’s Wake to a secretary. The
secretary was Beckett
Joyce wants to put everything into Finnegan’s Wake
Beckett wants to take everything out.
Ben Lubner will be coming in to open for Finnigen’s Wake on …
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
1/13 - Day 1
Ha ha! I love it! I swear every time I am in a lecture with Dr. Sexson it's like a mental workout that I come away from with an adrenaline rush that I don't ever want to end! I know I'm not the only person in the class who feels something similar seeing as after 3 semesters of taking classes with Dr. S I find I know almost half the class this semester. Now, on to other things.
Just a quick mention after reading all the blogs from today.
Caitlin has it nailed in her blog. Expecting the unexpected is not going to work here. Being mentally nimble is the trick. Rolling with the punches, keeping your eye on the ball, and seeing how that piece fits into the jigsaw puzzle that is laid out before you.
Just a quick mention after reading all the blogs from today.
Caitlin has it nailed in her blog. Expecting the unexpected is not going to work here. Being mentally nimble is the trick. Rolling with the punches, keeping your eye on the ball, and seeing how that piece fits into the jigsaw puzzle that is laid out before you.
1/10 - High Brow vs. Low Brow
Personal expounding on Christina Nelson's Blog on high brow and low brow. ;)
I liked how her Blog began, but I'd like to elaborate on high brow literature and see what happens. I see that it is more than just a complex weaving of analysis or story telling that most people become confused and frustrated with. I would like to add that it is also, generally, written at a much slower pace. It takes the time to identify and explore several different possibilities before moving on through the logical conclusion. It leaves nearly no lacuna (without a reason for it to be there, or rather not be there) and uses words that the average reader might not even be able to look up as they have been dropped from the dictionary and replaced by the "dude, that thing," demotic language equivalent. I see high brow as T.S. Eliot, where you can discover a new depth of understanding and/or personal meaning from how and why his structure changes throughout a poem. In a certain light, high brow literature can be described as a sort of advanced coding that keeps secrets from anyone who has a lesser understanding of the subject matter being written about than the person who wrote it. It's a puzzle to be researched and struggled with until enlightenment comes. It's an Armageddon with a cover.
I love how Christina defends low brow reads from those with an opinion of themselves! Low brow can be everything high brow is "for dummies." As with Shakespeare's style of repetitive parallelism. I see Jackson Pollock on my dime store novel's pages and an argument for their worth and credibility.
I have found myself too far along the single path of my definitions and I am certain that I have left out many defining qualities that a high brow writer would surely have stated.
To stand on the shoulders of geniuses and voice my opinions like a baboon in a tree. See you all Wednesday!
I liked how her Blog began, but I'd like to elaborate on high brow literature and see what happens. I see that it is more than just a complex weaving of analysis or story telling that most people become confused and frustrated with. I would like to add that it is also, generally, written at a much slower pace. It takes the time to identify and explore several different possibilities before moving on through the logical conclusion. It leaves nearly no lacuna (without a reason for it to be there, or rather not be there) and uses words that the average reader might not even be able to look up as they have been dropped from the dictionary and replaced by the "dude, that thing," demotic language equivalent. I see high brow as T.S. Eliot, where you can discover a new depth of understanding and/or personal meaning from how and why his structure changes throughout a poem. In a certain light, high brow literature can be described as a sort of advanced coding that keeps secrets from anyone who has a lesser understanding of the subject matter being written about than the person who wrote it. It's a puzzle to be researched and struggled with until enlightenment comes. It's an Armageddon with a cover.
I love how Christina defends low brow reads from those with an opinion of themselves! Low brow can be everything high brow is "for dummies." As with Shakespeare's style of repetitive parallelism. I see Jackson Pollock on my dime store novel's pages and an argument for their worth and credibility.
I have found myself too far along the single path of my definitions and I am certain that I have left out many defining qualities that a high brow writer would surely have stated.
To stand on the shoulders of geniuses and voice my opinions like a baboon in a tree. See you all Wednesday!
1/2/10 - Reunion
Yes! I just looked over the list of people in the class and it's going to be a reunion of Sexson followers! How exciting! Can't wait to see you all!
Rio
12/31/09 - First Post
I'm extremely excited for this upcoming semester! I feel like there is finally a spark of inspiration in my soul which I was lacking last semester. The books we're going to read are ones I'm stoked to add to my personal collection and Dr. Sexson is always an amazing professor so this will be an amazing learning experience!
I'm also trying to do this blog on my personal website, we'll see how it goes. I haven't figured out how to associate this with other people's blogs like i'm supposed to but maybe I'll be able to find a gadget for that before the semester starts. I'm also uncertain about how it will work for other people to connect to me like they're supposed to. We can hope it all turns out. If not I'll just transfer everything over to my Blogger account and wait to find better gadgets to move it back.
Can't wait to get to it! See you all soon!
Rio
SORRY!
Alright all, I'm transferring my blog to Blogger for the ease of use. The one on my website is fun and all but not nearly user friendly enough. I will transfer all my blog postings to this blog anon!
Rio
Rio
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
