What a loser I was back in 2019
No, you were a winner
What a loser I was back in 2019
im reading marcuses attack on norman o brown (love mystified a critique) which happens to be a pretty decent rundown of some of the ideas in finnegans wake (a book brown loved) partiuarly as regards fathers sons and the foundation of the state
I'm reading Shloss's Lucia Joyce: To Dance in the Wake now. Can't say how it compares to Pheby's. But it's incredibly compelling. Joanna Newsom's Divers takes a lot of inspiration from Lucia's life, and includes dotter-of-eyes punsTwo very decent books on Lucia, Joyce's daughter:
Brian and Mary Talbot's graphic novel The Dotter of his Eyes
Alex Pheby's Lucia
For instance (and I got this from Nico) but with the Wake when you read it there is a blurring of the eyes and ears that is needed, you can only make out the layered textstack if your vision goes triple or double. And I was with Andrew Blevins in Prospect Heights watching Alex Tatarsky perform American Psychobabble and she was saying "I landed here! This land is my land! It's my I-land, land of all my eyes, my island" (speaking colonial English now) and it reminded me of the Wake a little Anyways so I got to babbling and—where was I? Well in the kitchen as the sink dripped and I was saying to Nico how tampon and tamp are related but both come from tap, which is both a flowing spring and also the plug which stops it.
The point of all this, which is taking me long enough, is that if writing is using words to pass information forward in time like a zipper—In other words, if text is a mobile, in the Latour sense of persisting models, which is also the Ong sense in which science requires text—well then this passing-forward can be done through print, which is a discrete or "digital" medium (it consists of button-pressing, basically; you need to tap a series of buttons in sequence like playing Dance Dance Revolution) or it can done orally, which is a smooth continuous or "analogue" medium, as rich in microtonality as a trombone or sitar. (I have a whole schpiel about gridlock and AutoTune and James C. Scott, but you'll have to Reply All & request it.) But ideally the two (print, orality) work in lockstep, hence IPA—which is a finergrained digital mapping of a continuous, expressive oral space—and the Wake is an attempt to return to orality but facilitated (persisted) by text and if this isn't making any sense the most useful thing to do is listen to Joyce read it, while reading the relevant text side-by-side, and letting your eyes & ears blur as the streams pass through you.
(Handwriting: that's also continuous, you can make your cursive f look like feathers, if you'd like; you can scrawl a cursive letter that is halfway between capital F and capital T and honestly say that the word spells "Tree" and "Free" simultaneous, because you are life, growing between the grid, and if you don't want to snap to it? Well then you don't have to. Handwriting'll have to wait for some future letter, because the hour's late and the wordcount's high and I'm sorry I couldn't make this any shorter; I didn't have the time. What I'm trying to say is very simple and it's this: that I'm still learning to read, and because, perhaps, like Lucy and Sam you yourself are confused—understandably, I guess—I'll give a last example, because it's not just the Wake and anyways I'm sick to death of talking Wakeish; for instance, no one knows how Prynne's poems work but Benny & Luke, on a small webforum, are working it out.)
Nah, fuck off. I'm not your employee.You can move it over if you'd like I'm still waiting on Gus to send me a computer so all that transferring would be hard on mobile
Give it a shot just to see how employment feelsNah, fuck off. I'm not your employee.
I opened my copy earlier and an insect crawled out.
he makes a lot of the insect/incest play on words.
I opened my copy earlier and an insect crawled out.