432>«climbing to her crotch for the origin of spices»:around the world in 48 beds + still waking in fin again


13 May 2015 > NYC (Maphattan-ville) > roam sweet home (after roaming for a seasun using Rome as home base) > ± as JJoyce seys:

Yes, there was that skew arch of chrome sweet home, floodlit up above the flabberghosted farmament and bump where the camel got the needle.

> speaking of home base > baseball (like Finnegans Wake) also follows the Viconian 4-fold path | «bump where the camel got the needle»? > no clue > staroids?

> rounded home for la gran manzana > «for good» (@ elast the next 2 munths) > after ∑um 4+ mos of nomadic moshun | sints xmas weave slept in 48 diffurent beds in 23 places (Bali (x4) > Lombok (x2) > West Timor (x2) > Penang (x2) > Hong Kong > NYC > Rome (x8) > Delhi > Kathmandu + Pokhara > Ghandruk + Ghorepani > Abu Dhabi + Paris > Naples > London (x3) > Boston > Pacifica + Carmel + San Jose > Dunsmuir + Santa Barbara > Monterey) > + included in this count = times we slept on longhaul flights (x10) > + where the # (in parenths) = # of diffrent plazes we stayed in that plaze (in Δiffrent towns or beds) | a rather randumb trajectory u mite say but most all (xcept our recent California roadtrip) driven by the work requirements uv our better-½ (so most hotels + her air xpensed) | but still weave yet to technickly circumnavigate the whorld (flying in 1 direxion + ending where u start) tho @ 1 pt we came 1 time zone away frum cumpleating the surcut b4 retreating all the way back in the opposit direxion

trajectory (W-E) over a fortnite in January + since awsillated more ± less along these lines

> in during this time we read 19 books > tho technickly we not finnished yet w/ Flynnagains Sake (which weave bean rereading for the past 1½ months across 17 Δiffrent sleeping situations) | specially w/ this last trip W>E across 8 time zones from SFO to LHR our pineal gland pegged > not sure the Δiffrents anymo tween sleeping + waking > the ideal state to read The Wake:

«... for ever and a night till his noddle sink or swim by that ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia... »

> ... knot that any1 efervucking finnishes The Wake > bookwise we ¾ thru (finnished 3° book (w/in The Book) of 4) this rereading but pagewise we on 593 of 628 so we 94% home! > sliding > about how far round the whirld we got going W>E b4 dubling back in the opposit direxion | times taking on a certain nonlinear appeal ing both fact + fixion > our last nite in Lundone laying a wake all nite wishing we cd just teleport ourselfs back to our crib + not halve to undure anuther flight > time carries a porticular lag when u have yur mind set on home | aftur an eve of ale + meeting our Lundon peeps > for sum reazon lots of blind ppl in this particular pub (Skinners Arms near San Pancras) + @ 1 pt in the crowded loo not 1 but 2 blind men traing to eco locate the toilets w/ them red-tipped er canes > surreal to say the least > weave tried to imagin b4 wut it must = «like» to = blind but never b4 did the loo situation occur to us > imagin pissing into the unknown comme ça? talk about a leap uv faith > guys next to u coaching u thru it > «wee bit to the rite mate .. tad higher .. attaboy keep er strait» | + after 1 blind (+ drunk) dude oblivius to the wet drips on his chinos | strange pub > other than the smiling blind drunks lots of ol dudes w/ buzz cuts > + the election results weighing heavy in the air but no 1 seeming to talk about it | didnt do much else in Lundone town > the 1° morn we messed up our left heel running in Hyde Park (rebruised a bruise that 1° we got running barefoot on the hard beach in Santa Barbara (yeh we know > life = a bitch) > bruised all the way to the bone)

A Skeleton Key to Finnegans Wake over Hyde Park

> immursed in Finnegans Wake > listning to it in ½-sleep ± when awake whilst rereading + rerereading + following on Twitter integrated in w/ daily news/junk input feed > whilst reading The Skeleton Key > complete immersion | knot to sey we «understand» > maybe undersit > ± underlay @ best > ± abovestand upside-down standing on head > in 1 ear + out the otter like a river unfiltered left pure | as menshunned in last post we selectifly filter > our senses a purmeable mebraine > slecting the bits halving to do w/ our current thinking on rivers + rafts + subsurface div/mining | like more (now digging into chapters 2 + 3 of book 3) to do w/ Romulus + Remus + the she-wolf:

— A destroyer in our port. Signed to me with his baling scoop. Laid bare his breastpaps to give suck, to suckle me.

> + Shiva @ that > w/ milk blue cum-the-sea > @ least in our mind > + this a few graphs later:

I see now. We move in the beast circuls. Grimbarb and pancercrucer! You took the words out of my mouth. A child's dread for a dragon vicefather. Hillcloud encompass us! You mean you lived as milky at their lyceum, couard, while you learned, volp volp, to howl yourself wolfwise.

> cant help but to read into it + apply to our own situation (mongrel basturds raised by a she-wolf now rafting riverwise cum Finn) | + then again a page or so later:

— I am dob dob dobbling like old Booth's, courteous. The cubs are after me, it zeebs, the whole totem pack, vuk vuk and vuk vuk to them, for Robinson's shield.
— Scents and gouspils! The animal jangs again! Find the fingall harriers! Here howl me wiseacre's hat till I die of the milkman's lupus!
— What? Wolfgang? Whoah! Talk very slowe!

> or even geographical namedrops to plazes near wear concurrently we reside > like this we read/heard staying on Hyde Park:

Me ludd in her hide park seek Minuinette.

> + this staying closer to Convent Garden:

... rue to lose and ca canny: at shipside, by convent garden: monk and sempstress, in sackcloth silkily:

> + just as we commenting to sum1 how St. Pancras sounds like St. Pancreas (stn cross the street from our hotel + just east of Marylebone (a.k.a. marrolebone)):

And after these things, I fed her, my carlen, my barelean linsteer, upon spiceries for her garbage breath, italics of knobby lauch and the rich morsel of the marrolebone and shains of garleeks and swinespepper and gothakrauts and pinkee dillisks, primes of meshallehs and subleties in jellywork, come the feast of Saint Pancreas, and shortcake nutrients for Paas and Pingster's pudding ...

> (the «subtleties in jellywork» already we elaborated on in the last post) tho we never cd prawsess the moving video on that lamtop so eccola:

> + (back in the wake of The Wake) nods to Soho (London / not SOuth of HOWstin):

Rock me julie but I will soho!

> ... speaking of witch > on deck we have Julie Reverb > who lives in Lundone but oddly happend 2b in Roma whendo we passattraverso la sua cheetah | now that we back in the gramanzana saddle + on our mothership Mac (as opposessed to our laptop) we can roll up our sleeves + (speaking of béisbol) dust off homeplate so she can step offdeck into the battered box > i.e. (in less Americentric speak) finnish laying out her No Moon | si sari in these past 4 munths weave not bean wearing our Cal Mari hat much (actually not sints our press release of last 9/11 have we put out a book cept 1 ½ our own) but now we saddled back in fact we jus reverted all them paypal buttons to buy Calamari direct (buy 1 get 1 free just by seying so)

> enuff uv these randumb Wake droppings + refurences > lets take a step back + consder the 35,000 ft view > book 3 ch 3 of The Wake > essensually jus think uv Shaun (now Yawn) laid sprawled supine on a ridgetop choking his goose > purhaps hisself an island > Ireland itself? making H.C.E. = Ingland ± all incestry coming b4

> + then the «action» of chapter 4 of book 4 summerized by H.C.E. + A.L.P. getting it on > fully frontal ± @ various angulls > the progenitors full-on fucking while the kids watch | of course none of this gets stated xplicitly but as we sed in the last post depending on wear your head lays u can read into it however u want > butt even if yur head ≠ in the gutter no denying there = plenty of hanky panky ± «fornicolopulation» going on especially in this chapter > (+ of corse always lodes of refrences to food) | wareass (abuv in ch 3) Yawn lays like a ho on his back becuming as the isle of Ireland > here all the fracking axion of HCE + ALP (comingling into CHAPEL (± HE CLAP ± PA LECH)) takes place on a 4-poster bed (where the 4 corners not only represent the 4 old judges (per Campbell) but the 4 cardinul direxions > sounds crude purhaps for us to outrite say fuck but the etymological oregins halve sumpin to do w/ sticking a plow in the ground + in The Wake many allusions exist to a mound of dirt + a hen scratching around it so seams pirt in it > Joyce beats around the bush but not 1x seys fuck in The Wake probly cuz it would've ment never seeing the book go to print > but many a times he comes close .. like here saying fuko:

Bruko dry! fuko spint! Sultamont osa bare! And volomundo osi videvide! Nichtsnichtsundnichts!

> + here saying fukien:

... ffff for my varsatile examinations in the ologies, to be a coach on the Fukien mission. P? F?

> + here wifukie (wife fuck or fucking wifi wiki?)(+ to witch u mite scoff unlikely but it comes in the cuntext):

... she but tinkling of such a tink. And, as a mere matter of ficfect, I tell of myself how I popo possess the ripest littlums wifukie around the globelettes globes upon which she was romping off on Floss Mundai out of haram's way ...

> + here he seys both fuchu + shuck her:

Can you reverse positions? Lets have a fuchu all round, courting cousins! Quuck, the duck of a woman for quack, the drake of a man, her little live apples for Leas and love potients for Leos, the next beast king. Put me down for all ringside seats. I can feel you being corrupted. Recoil. I can see you sprouting scruples. Get back. And as he's boiling with water I'll light your pyre. Turn about, skeezy Sammy, out of metaphor, till we feel are you still tropeful of popetry. Told you so. If you doubt of his love of darearing his feelings you'll very much hurt for mishmash mastufractured on europe you can read off the tail of his. Rip ripper rippest and jac jac jac. Dwell on that, my hero and lander! That's the side that appeals to em, the wring wrong way to wright woman. Shuck her! Let him! What he's good for. Shuck her more!

> + here not shuck nor fuck but suck:

And, Mind, praisegad, is the first praisonal Egoname Yod heard boissboissy in Moy Bog's domesday. Hastan the vista! Or in alleman: Suck at!
— Suck it yourself, sugarstick! Misha, Yid think whose was asking to luckat your sore toe or to taste your gaspy, hot and sour!

> aw shux > innyhow they suck + shuck + their progenie bear witness in awe > «climbing to her crotch for the origin of spices» > this cd summerize the jist of the axion of this chapter > but suck a narratif structure = just a device to lay down landgauge (jus like the jist of fucking (per Darwin) = to give rice to newtwined code) > the devil lived in the dilated detales siliated + slated to reinstate (w/ every turn) a jugglernaughtical ball o yarn | the sole way to make sumthin nonsensicul = to write similely (smiling slyly to 1 side) | the secund u try to summarize it in rashunull turms it disintegreats into sumping else > + Campbell knew this but tries anywaze as do we here (tho mo just fur ourselfs) | we haven't said muck about the brunt of The Skeleton Key > essensually a «translation» from Joyce-speak to plainer inglish > for xample these 2 lines of Wake dialog:

— White eyeluscious and muddyhorsebroth! Pig Pursyriley! But where do we get off, chiseller?
— Haltstille, Lucas and Dublinn! Vulva! Vulva! Vulva! Vulva!

> Campbell interprits as:

"Pig Pursyriley! But where does this story unfold itself?"
"At the tram stop on the Lucan-Dublin line! The fourfold loop line of world regeneration."

> + the 2 bros feud still > tho after a while hard to say witch 1 = witch + they meld into 1 + the same bean ± alter egos of 1 ± maybe they D.N.E. > ± forse Shaun usurps power + absorbs Shem ± for that matter their pop? | ∀ll alter egos of H.C.E. regaurdlest > persicles bumbling round ∑um dreaming cullectif conscience inturacting + combining > only becoming physicull beans if detected (per Highzenberg) | ± if ∃xists Δiffrent beans need us to use our aural sense (as opposed to visual) to distinguish (+ thus extinguish) the Δiffrence:

The prouts who will invent a writing there ultimately is the poeta, still more learned, who discovered the raiding there originally. 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. Now, the doctrine obtains, we have occasioning cause causing effects and affects occasionally recausing altereffects. Or I will let me take it upon myself to suggest to twist the penman's tale posterwise. The gist is the gist of Shaum but the hand is the hand of Sameas. Shan - Shim - Schung. There is a strong suspicion on counterfeit Kevin and we all remember ye in childhood's reverye.

> + anagrams + palindromes abound in the word play > Shem mesh to Shaun new as by flipping a coin | if Shaun = Roma then Shem = Amor:

Are you imitation Roma now or Amor now.

> speaking of Roma > he even vouches for Romanesco (the street dialect of Rome ± fractal brocolli) > + also conjures Roma as peregrinating gypsies (specially given them caste):

My ruridecanal caste is a cut above you peregrines. Aye vouchu to rumanescu. See the leabhour of my generations!

> + if u rearrange the letters in the 3 prawgenies (SHAUN + SHEM + ISSY) u get: A SHY MUSHINESS ± US SHINY MASHES ± HUMS YEAHS SINS (considering Joyce's predilection for yes! in the heat of it) ± A HEN-SHY MISSUS ± MY HASH SINUSES

> tambien a slew of refurences to Columbus (who figures prominently en our Raft Manifest > no surprese since our river that bore us (the Columbia) lleva su nombre:

He sent out Christy Columb and he came back with a jailbird's unbespokables in his beak and then he sent out Le Caron Crow and the peacies are still looking for him.

> bits we knot nesessarily make sense uv but gathering in our 5cense evidents file to 1 day make a cunnection to ∑umping else

— Crestofer Carambas! Such is zodisfaction. You punk me! He came, he kished, he conquered. Vulturuvarnar! The must of his glancefull coaxing the beam in her eye?

> halve us moss to say about the use of punk in The Wake but salvaremos esto for a proximate post

— Crashedafar Corumbas! A Czardanser indeed! Dervilish glad too. Ortovito semi ricordo. The pantaglionic affection through his blood like a bad influenza in a leap at bounding point?

> basta w/ The Wake > in the reel whorld we arrived back in the «new world» (JFK the new Ellis Island) | our cab driver not mosslimbed but from Nepal > had climbed Everest x2 | + now (deep sigh) back in our crib > not riverrunning yet cuz our heel still bruised | does the verb heal have aNYthing to do w/ the soule?

> 'SSES" 'SSES" "SSEY' got sum luv in Full Stop sumtime while we in transit > funny tho shey seys we borrowed from House of Leaves but never we reddit (tried but couldn't stomuck the unsightliness of the overall look + feel) | said bifurcating textual experimentaion derives from what our brother-½ did in 1989 (Danielewski's House of Dweebs came later in 2000) | + if 'SSES" 'SSES" "SSEY' gives off the whiney tone of A Fartwrenching Work of a Staggering Penis sum1 please shoot us now! | + a 3° comparisun to Ben Lerner who equally we detest > so Chaulky must take a page (½-posthumously in retrospeculation) from those he dispises? | shey means them as compliments but makes us wonder whether we shd continue w/ vol 2 (xpected «quickly on its heels») > weather the world has had enuff uv the likes of these swaggering geniusess?

> insidentally not until a few munths ago (nursing a Guinness in an Irish pub in Rome) did we make the connection that The Guinness Book of World Records has ∑umthing to do w/ THE Dublin brewery (THE mothermilk lode of all whordly sustenance) > evidently sum Irish dude (Sir Hugh Beaver) created it to settle scores in pubs: «Beaver thought that there must be numerous other questions debated nightly in the 81,400 pubs in Britain and in Ireland, but there was no book w/ which to settle arguments about records» > + now The Guinness Book itself breaks the record for the «best selling copyright book ever» (copyright = the operative word udderwise even the boy scout manual beats it > not to mention the Buybull) | + shit don't even get us started on how many times Joyce drops Guinness in The Wake (9 > not counting all the permutations such as Guinnass Guidness Guineas Guinnghis etc) > + # 9 backwords = turn me on deadman | no rechords to brake here carryon

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