Monday 25 November 2013

Today we stopped at: in his (or her) occiput (107.12) 

Some favourites …

… of the various names given to ALP's "mammafesta": 

A Pretty Brick Story for Childsize Heroes (106.14)


Thonderbalt Captain Smeth and La Belle Sauvage Pocahonteuse (106.15)

Measly Ventures of Two Lice and the Fall of Fruit (105.21)

If my Spreadeagles Wasn't so Tight I'd Loosen my Cursits on that Bunch of Maggiestraps (106.22)

Seen Aples and Thin Dyed (106.23)

Abe to Sare Stood Icyk Neuter till Brahm Taulked Him Common Sex (105.28)

A Nibble at Eve Will That Bowal Relieve (106.30)

Allfor Guineas, Sounds and Compliments Libidous (106.31)
(for which think also of:)

… and of the next paragraph, which starts: 

The proteiform graph itself is a polyhedron of scripture. (107.8)

Monday 18 November 2013

Today we stopped at: This Mower was Reaping (106.6), about half way through the list of the various names that have been given to ALP's (untitled) "mamafesta" memorializing her husband (and that had started with a parody of The Lord's Prayer):

Some favourites of the day:

E'en Tho' I Granny a-be He would Fain Me Cuddle (105.3)

Intimier Minnelisp of an Extorreor  Monolothe (105.11)

Suppotes a Ventriliquorst Merries a Corpse (105.20)

Lapps for Finns This Funnycoon's Week (105.21)
(with echoes of Lots of Fun at Finnegans Wake)

Cowpoyride by Twelve Acre Terriss  in the Unique Estates of Amessican (105.35)
(Hear: cowboy ride, copyright, which may be reminiscent of Joyce's anger about the American publications, as if he were saying that it's a cowboy ride the way they handle authors' rights)

Of all the Wide Torsos in all the Wild Glen (106.1)

I'm the Stitch in his Baskside You'd be Nought Without Mom (106.2)
(Hear the 1920s song You're the Cream in My Coffee, I'd Be Lost Without You)

Monday, 11 November 2013

Today we read as far as 104.24 (last line): I'd Wish I Woose a Geese.

Some favourites of the day:

He spenth his strenth amok haremscarems. (102.25)

Tifftiff today, kissykissy tonay and agelong pine tomauranna. (102.28)

For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, by the waters of babbling. (103.09)
(A beautiful image this, as Nikki Fritz suggested, of us as little children listening to the stories of an embracing and loving river-mother)

(The opening of the new chapter:)
In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven! (104.1)

Ik dik dopedope et tu mihimihi (104.10)

('Ich dich… du mir au' is what speakers of Swiss German might here.)

Where Portentos they'd Grow Gonder how I'd Wish I Woose a Geese (104.23)

Monday, 4 November 2013

Today we read as far as 102.17: to crush the slander's head.

Some favourites regard ALP and what she did for HCE, how she:

held adazillahs to each arche of his noes (102.3)

(see flowers, arches, noses, Noah's ark…)

Picture her dressed:

with her louisequean's brogues and her culunder buzzle and her little bolero boa and all and two times twenty curlicornies for her headdress, (102.10)

and the following:

specks on her eyeux, and spudds on horeilles (102.12)

(is this suggesting 'Speck und Eier' and 'studs in her ears'?)