If your reading of James Joyces “Finnegans Wake” were to begin at zero years (the new Christian Gregorian Roman type millennium zero. 0. Or 2000 A.D.
Then, maybe, while carefully reading each day, and dreaming it each night,
you might, with a bit of luck, got all the way in to page 8 by now?
Page 8 from Finnegans Wake is one of my own favo-rites
I will first post the full page of Joyce’s work,
Then go in with my goggles and flippers to flop around in the sea-weeds
See what treasure i can PULL-UP!
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“enjoyable of our mounding’s mass, now Wallinstone national
museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful
waterloose country and the two quitewhite villagettes who hear show
of themselves so gigglesomes minxt the follyages, the prettilees!
Penetrators are permitted into the museomound free. Welsh and
the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk! Redismembers invalids of old
guard find poussepousse pousseypram to sate the sort of their butt.
For her passkey supply to the janitrix, the mistress Kathe. Tip.
This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in!
Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom. This is a
Prooshious gunn. This is a ffrinch. Tip. This is the flag of the
Prooshious, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bullet that byng the flag of
the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang
the flag of the Prooshious. Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your
pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of
Lipoleum. Tip. Lipoleumhat. This is the Willingdone on his
same white harse, the Cokenhape. This is the big Sraughter
Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed
dux and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate’s gharters
and his bangkok’s best and goliar’s goloshes and his
pulluponeasyan wartrews. This is his big wide harse. Tip. This is the three
lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an
inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy,
stooping. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. A
Gallawghurs argaumunt. This is the petty lipoleum boy that
was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz
Tuomush. Dirty MacDyke. And Hairy O’Hurry. All of them
arminus-varminus. This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel,
this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the
crimealine of the alps hooping to sheltershock the three lipoleums.
This is the jinnies with their legahorns feinting to read in their
handmade’s book of stralegy while making their war undisides
the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is
a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. This is big
Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop Wounderworker obscides
on the flanks of the jinnies. Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip. This “
James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, Book 1, Page 08.
Reproduced and seduced by fly agaric 23
[p.s only 30 minutes ago did i decide to make this post, i was doing research into the word
woot’ the title of the new Garaj Mahal album.
woot the fook, i thought to myself, when i discovered this (Joycean) list, of synonyms…at wiki
woot: “Of uncertain origin, it seems to have been derived from the obsolete ‘whoot’ which essentially is another way to say ‘hoot’ which itself is a shout or derisive laugh. Other sources suggest that it might be a corruption of root, shouted by hackers when they obtain root-level access in a targeted system. – http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/w00t”%5Dwoot at wiki
“feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. “–James Joyce, Ulysses.