Category: counterpoint

  • M.C. Escher and Finnegans Wake & MONK

    In searching for visual metaphors for Joyce’s master-built – Finnegans Wake – the great master of impossible objects to the eye – M.C Escher stands as a near perfect puzzle fit. If the word were able to be broken down into the 17 wallpaper – tessilations – then Finnegans Wake would be the SPANISH CASTLE MAGIC – the deployment of all wallpapers within a laboratory space – investigating and remixing itself, turning the world inside out, upside down with mathematical precision. Making the impossible equations of Quantum Mechanics and the newer fields of Consciousness studies into new MAPS, CHARTS, DIAGRAMS and TOOLS. With which to make further readings with.

    Searching for M.C. Escher by name in Finnegans Wake turns up such possible – mini impossible ESCHER DRAMAS – made more probable by Joyce – such as:

    “Fortissa, that Honuphrius has blasphemously confessed under
    voluntary chastisement that he has instructed his slave, Mauritius, to
    ur;,e Magravius, a commercial, emulous of Honuphrius, to solicit
    the chastity of Anita. Anita is informed by some illegitimate
    children of Fortissa with Mauritius (the supposition is Ware’s)
    that Gillia, the schismatical wife of Magravius, is visited
    clandestinely by Barnabas, the advocate of Honuphrius, an immoral
    person who has been corrupted by Jeremias. — J.J. F.W.
    P 572.

    “Of course, my
    pledge between us, there’s no-one Noel like him here to
    hear. Esch so eschess, douls a doulse! — James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, 588.

    That’s the point of eschatology our book of kills reaches
    for now in soandso many counterpoint words. What can’t be
    coded can be decorded if an ear aye sieze what no eye ere grieved
    for. — J.J, F.W. P. 482.

    “He beached the bark of his tale; and set to husband and vine:
    and the harpermaster told all the living conservancy, know
    Meschiameschianah, how that win a gain was in again. — J.J, F.W
    . p. 358

    I’ll leave the rest to the imagination. Google Escher, look at his work, now read some of Finnegans Wake – and maybe even listen to some Theolonious MONK.