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barely in her tricklies
Anna Lizzia by Haele Wolfe S: FW pps 143 – 148 presents us with Iseult la Belle’s Soliloquy – quite in the manner of Molly’s celebrated book-ending stream of consciousness — but we are now admitted to the consciousness (unconsciousness?) not
barely in her tricklies
Anna Lizzia by Haele Wolfe S: FW pps 143 – 148 presents us with Iseult la Belle’s Soliloquy – quite in the manner of Molly’s celebrated book-ending stream of consciousness — but we are now admitted to the consciousness (unconsciousness?) not
In the mix
S: “While scientists still do not know much about why or how we dream, some have suggested that we typically spend more than two hours dreaming each night,” according to The National Sleep Foundation (you won’t catch them napping.) Here,
In the mix
S: “While scientists still do not know much about why or how we dream, some have suggested that we typically spend more than two hours dreaming each night,” according to The National Sleep Foundation (you won’t catch them napping.) Here,
Enter Rumour, all painted with tongues
S: “In dreams begin responsibilities,” wrote W. B. Yeats, (whose birthday is today) in Responsibilities, 1914. “History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake,” wrote Joyce, (whose Bloomsday is nigh) in Ulysses, 1922. M: Here
Enter Rumour, all painted with tongues
S: “In dreams begin responsibilities,” wrote W. B. Yeats, (whose birthday is today) in Responsibilities, 1914. “History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake,” wrote Joyce, (whose Bloomsday is nigh) in Ulysses, 1922. M: Here
‘Man Devoyd of the Commoner Characteristics of an Irish Nature’
S: No sooner have we made the acquaintance of the “big cleanminded giant H. C. Earwicker,” FW 33.59 than his good name is called into question. We read reports and retorts expressed in unadored legallies and journalease concerning maybe the genitals
‘Man Devoyd of the Commoner Characteristics of an Irish Nature’
S: No sooner have we made the acquaintance of the “big cleanminded giant H. C. Earwicker,” FW 33.59 than his good name is called into question. We read reports and retorts expressed in unadored legallies and journalease concerning maybe the genitals
HCEmore, an introduction
S: I passed away a hole day picking and shoveling away at the name “Earwicker,” only to find that the Author had done the work (be) for me, in the ballad of Persse O’Reilly. FW 44-47. Fecking Joyce! The surname
HCEmore, an introduction
S: I passed away a hole day picking and shoveling away at the name “Earwicker,” only to find that the Author had done the work (be) for me, in the ballad of Persse O’Reilly. FW 44-47. Fecking Joyce! The surname
What’s a Wake when it’s at home?
S: FW 23. 17. “O foenix culpa!” Theology. Without Adam’s sin fall, no sinless Son of man could rise. (The second time as farce.) Now what have we hear? The dinn of bottles and trotters trompin’ and prayer “delivered us
What’s a Wake when it’s at home?
S: FW 23. 17. “O foenix culpa!” Theology. Without Adam’s sin fall, no sinless Son of man could rise. (The second time as farce.) Now what have we hear? The dinn of bottles and trotters trompin’ and prayer “delivered us
Make room for the Muses
S: FW 8, 9. As Finn is laid out and the keening commences, we Slo Pan his mythshapen bodyscape, i.e. Dublin’s farce city, as far as his phallus. Dissolve to: Ext, Day. Wellington Museum. The Wellington Monument, or more correctly
Make room for the Muses
S: FW 8, 9. As Finn is laid out and the keening commences, we Slo Pan his mythshapen bodyscape, i.e. Dublin’s farce city, as far as his phallus. Dissolve to: Ext, Day. Wellington Museum. The Wellington Monument, or more correctly
Cover story
S: For I shall consider the cover – without, of course, judging the book by it. This volume before me, rescued from heap in a shambles of a shop on the Isle of Skye: New York: The Viking Press, 1945,
Cover story
S: For I shall consider the cover – without, of course, judging the book by it. This volume before me, rescued from heap in a shambles of a shop on the Isle of Skye: New York: The Viking Press, 1945,
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