Dagsluiting – MY GREEN IRELAND MASHUP

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Bloom’s acts?
He deposited the articles of clothing on a chair, removed his
remaining articles of clothing, took from beneath the bolster at the
head of the bed a folded long white nightshirt, inserted his head and
arms into the proper apertures of the nightshirt, removed a pillow
from the head to the foot of the bed, prepared the bedlinen
accordingly and entered the bed.

How?
With circumspection, as invariably when entering an abode (his own or
not his own): with solicitude, the snakespiral springs of the mattress
being old, the brass quoits and pendent viper radii loose and
tremulous under stress and strain: prudently, as entering a lair or
ambush of lust or adders: lightly, the less to disturb: reverently,
the bed of conception and of birth, of consummation of marriage and of
breach of marriage, of sleep and of death.

What did his limbs, when gradually extended, encounter?
New clean bedlinen, additional odours, the presence of a human form,
female, hers, the imprint of a human form, male, not his, some crumbs,
some flakes of potted meat, recooked, which he removed.



[…]

Then?
He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each
plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure
prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation.

The visible signs of postsatisfaction?
A silent contemplation: a tentative velation: a gradual abasement: a
solicitous aversion: a proximate erection.

[…]

In what directions did listener and narrator lie?
Listener, S. E. by E.: Narrator, N. W. by W.: on the 53rd parallel of
latitude, N., and 6th meridian of longitude, W.: at an angle of 45° to
the terrestrial equator.

In what state of rest or motion?
At rest relatively to themselves and to each other. In motion being
each and both carried westward, forward and rereward respectively, by
the proper perpetual motion of the earth through everchanging tracks
of neverchanging space.

In what posture?
Listener: reclined semilaterally, left, left hand under head, right
leg extended in a straight line and resting on left leg, flexed, in
the attitude of Gea-Tellus, fulfilled, recumbent, big with seed.
Narrator: reclined laterally, left, with right and left legs flexed,
the indexfinger and thumb of the right hand resting on the bridge of
the nose, in the attitude depicted in a snapshot photograph made by
Percy Apjohn, the childman weary, the manchild in the womb.

Womb? Weary?
He rests. He has travelled.

With?
Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and
Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and
Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and
Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and
Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer.

When?
Going to dark bed there was a square round Sinbad the Sailor roc’s
auk’s egg in the night of the bed of all the auks of the rocs of
Darkinbad the Brightdayler.

Where?


Bron : “Ulysses” [James Joyce, 1922, §17 Ithaca (slot)]

  1. 1

    Bijzondere bijdrage Snap, er is ook nog een Belgische connectie zag ik (wiki):

    Rond 5 augustus 1926 bezoekt Joyce Oostende en verblijft er tot de 13e. Dan van de 13e tot de 17e verbleef hij in Gent, en daarna van 17e tot de 20e in Antwerpen. In Antwerpen maakt hij veel notities voor Finnegan’s Wake, en Antwerpen komt zelfs voor in Finnegan’s Wake als Nantwerpen. Van de 20e tot de 29e verblijft hij in Brussel voor hij naar Frankrijk vertrekt.

    Ik ga maar eens plat, heb mij wel weer voldoende misdragen op Sargasso ;)

  2. 2

    Dit is gewoon de beste manier om Joyce te lezen, met die afschauwelijke melodiedingen erbij – ik zeg NIET herhaal: niet – muziek.
    Maar die Joyce begreep natuurlijk helemaal NIETS van Nadine Jansen. En kun je nog zo’n bruin gerafeld pak aanhebben en geen cent te makken, en verdwaasd wauwelen… heeft-ie een prijs daarvoor gekregen ? Goed voor hem. Mannenwerk. Maar niet heus.

  3. 8

    0bis :

    At rest, balanced between illusion and emotion
    Thought and body no longer in motion
    What are my needs?
    Why do you all appear to be so unhelpful?
    Uneventful, the course is smoothed
    Ever grateful, I move bemused

    Truth, good day to you my friend
    More wrappings we’ll take away today
    If my speech is slurred, please cut my tongue

    Beset, by such and which and what events here
    Unaffected, undeniably, there’s no fear
    This is my voice
    Why have you all appeared and been so helpful?
    Together we make our way
    Not leaving much to say

    (Colin Newman, 1988)

  4. 9

    … en dat nummer van Al Green is misschien wel het strafste soulnummer ooit, een koude rilling van een warm iemand bij het niet begrijpen VAN WAT WIE HIER DOEN & ZIJN

  5. 10

    Prachtige dagsluiting Snap!

    Toch maar zonder muziek gedaan om de taal-bewustzijninteractie ongestoord te laten verlopen.

  6. 11

    Fraai heur.

    Vond dit (ook) humor:
    “Why did Bloom refrain from stating that he had frequented the university of life?
    Because of his fluctuating incertitude as to whether this observation had or had not been already made by him to Stephen or by Stephen to him.

    What two temperaments did they individually represent?
    The scientific. The artistic.”