Re: Joyce, Episode 98: Something Binary

apr 25, 2012

Re: Joyce, Episode 98: Something Binary

” . . . Creation from nothing. What has she in the bag?
A misbirth with a trailing navelcord, hushed in ruddy wool. The cords of all link back,
strandentwining cable of all flesh. That is why mystic monks. Will you be as gods? Gaze in
your Omphalos. Hello! Kinch here. Put me on to Edenville. Aleph, alpha: nought, nought,

Stephen ascribes a crime to the midwife on the beach. A phonecall to the navel of the world.


Re: Joyce, Episode 97: Ladies and Liberties

apr 18, 2012

Re: Joyce, Episode 97: Ladies and Liberties

“They came down the steps from Leahy’s terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer: and down the
shelving shore flabbily, their splayed feet sinking in the silted sand. Like me, like Algy,
coming down to our mighty mother. Number one swung lourdily her midwife’s bag, the
other’s gamp poked in the beach. From the liberties, out for the day. Mrs Florence
MacCabe, relict of the late Patk MacCabe, deeply lamented, of Bride Street. One of her
sisterhood lugged me squealing into life.. . .”

Chapter 3 returns to “normal” narrative for a moment. Women descend to the sea. Swinburne.

Re: Joyce, Episode 96: Pentameters and Prosody

apr 11, 2012

Re: Joyce, Episode 96: Pentameters and Prosody

“Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. No, agallop:
deline the mare.

Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for
ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see.

See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.”

Stephen parses the poetry of his own thoughts, and opens his eyes to see if the the world has persisted. It has.