'one joke' and finnegans wake

That's so weird, I randomly opened it & read that exact passage the other day

reading that is very dispiriting if you've just finished your own experimental novel

There was a brief period when I felt like the Wake exhausted the possibilities for fiction after it but no way, if anything it celebrates the exhaustlessness of language

I never feel like that with Joyce at all, and FW isn't really fiction.

That passage is more like a Rabelasian feast.

pynchon's disgusting candy drill + alliterative feast at either end of gravity's rainbow were just standing on these shoulders huh

Is that the only book you've read?

yeah! pretty impressive isn't it

maybe you should get out more. Sun is shining.

try and find a passage from FW that evinces that sentiment idk

maybe you should: 2nd book for you to read.

A third: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Just-One-Day-Adventures-Britpop-ebook/dp/B008EMAL4G/ref=la_B001H6QKQ4_1_1/278-3832172-6854343?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1461239689&sr=1-1

reading that is very dispiriting if you've just finished your own Britpop memoir

I must correct here to your own EXPERIMENTAL Britpop memoir #binAndBurnThatFucker

'the interior world of noel gallagher' >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> most published experimental fiction

Experimental Britpop - not an ILM thread yet?

mansun have like 3 threads!!!

your experimental novel is Mansun slash fic isn't it?

shhhhh

I never feel like that with Joyce at all, and FW isn't really fiction.

oh sure I was v callow and wrong and full of wrong-headed notions about form and genre when I had those thoughts

We were all young once.

https://tune.pk/video/5311874/father-ted-mrs-doyle-guessing-the-name

I think a couple of my relatives are in there.

It's the other greatest Irish listmaker who inspires the Father Ted name-guessing - similar scene in the 3rd Policeman

but i just keep staring at that list

Left Boot Sent on Approval

similar scene in the 3rd Policeman

Right, read it years ago but I don't remember much about it - apart from how it made me feel. Got to read that again.

pynchon's disgusting candy drill + alliterative feast at either end of gravity's rainbow were just standing on these shoulders huh

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Is that the only book you've read?

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siiiiiick

[found it]
'Do you recall that you told me that I was not here at all because I had no name and that my personality was invisible to the law?'
'I said that.'
'Then how can I be hanged for a murder, even if I did commit it and there is no trial or preliminary proceedings, no caution administered and no hearing before a Commissioner of the Public Peace?'
[...]
Then he spoke.
'Are you completely doubtless that you are nameless?' he asked.
'Positively certain.'
'Would it be Mick Barry?'
'No.'
'Charlemange O'Keeffe?'
'No.'
'Sir Justin Spens?'
'Not that.'
'Kimberley?'
'No.'
'Bernard Farm?'
'No.'
'Joseph Poe or Nolan?'
'No.'
'One of the Garvins or the Moynihans?'
'Not them.'
'Rosencranz O'Dowd?'
'No.'
'Would it be O'Benson?'
'Not O'Benson.'
'The Quigleys, The Mulrooneys or the Hounimen?'
'No.'
'The Hardimen or the Merrimen?'
'Not them.'
'Peter Dundy?'
'No.'
'Scratch?'
'No.'
'Lord Brad?'
'Not him.'
'The O'Growneys, the O'Roartys or the Finnehys?'
'No.'
'That is an amazing piece of denial and denunciation,'he said.
He passed the red cloth over his face again to reduce the moisture.
'An astonishing parade of nullity,' he added.
'My name is not Jenkins either,' I vouchsafed.
'Roger MacHugh?'
'Not Roger.'
'Sitric Hogan?'
'No.'
'Not Conroy?'
'No.'
'Not O'Conroy?'
'Not O'Conroy.'
'There are very few more names that you could have, then,' he said.

That's so good, thanks!

But to go back to the Joyce, how many racehorses have been named from that list? "Tight before Teatime" has surely been taken up by now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=see3U9uUeZ4

The child, a natural child, thenown by the mnames of, (aya!
aya!), wouldbewas kidnapped at an age of recent probably,
possibly remoter; or he conjured himself from seight by slide
at hand; for which thetheatron is a lemoronage; at milch-
goat fairmesse; in full dogdhis; sod on a fall; pat; the hundering
blundering dunderfunder of plundersundered manhood; behold,
he returns; renascenent; fincarnate; still foretold around the hearth-
side; at matin a fact; hailed chimers' ersekind; foe purmanant,
fum in his mow; awike in wave risurging into chrest; victis poenis
hesternis; fostfath of solas; fram choicest of wiles with warmen
and sogns til Banba, burial aranging; under articles thirtynine of
the reconstitution; by the lord's order of the canon consecrand-
able; earthlost that we thought him; pesternost, the noneknown
worrier; from Tumbarumba mountain; in persence of whole
landslots; forebe all the rassias; sire of leery subs of dub; the Dig-
gins, Woodenhenge, as to hang out at; with spawnish oel full his
angalach; the sousenugh; gnomeosulphidosalamermauderman; the
big brucer, fert in fort; Gunnar, of The Gunnings, Gund; one
of the two or three forefivest fellows a bloke could in holiday
crowd encounter; benedicted be the barrel; kilderkins, lids off; a
roache, an oxmaster, a sort of heaps, a pamphilius, a vintivat
niviceny, a hygiennic contrivance socalled from the editor; the
thick of your thigh; you knox; quite; talking to the vicar's joy
and ruth; the gren, woid and glue been broking by the maybole
gards; he; when no crane in Elga is heard; upout to speak this
lay; without links, without impediments, with gygantogyres,
with freeflawforms; parasama to himself; atman as evars; whom
otherwise becauses; no puler as of old but as of young a palatin;
whitelock not lacked nor temperasoleon; though he appears a
funny colour; stoatters some; but a quite a big bug after the
dahlias; place inspectorum sarchent; also the hullow chyst ex-
cavement; astronomically fabulafigured; as Jambudvispa Vipra
foresaw of him; the last half versicle repurchasing his pawned
word; sorensplit and paddypatched; and pfor to pfinish our pfun
of a pfan coalding the keddle mickwhite; sure, straight, slim,
sturdy, serene, synthetical, swift.

#Trumps1stYearAtHogwarts pic.twitter.com/aGMZcVLWOH

— wint (@dril) January 19, 2018

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6CHq9mXkJ8

The crisp of the crackling is in the chawing.
Give us an-other cup of your scald.
Santos Mozos!
That was a damn good cup of scald!
You could trot a mouse on it.
I ingoyed your pick of hissing hot luncheon fine, I did, than’ awfully, (sublime!)

— Finnegans Wake (@finnegansreader) June 19, 2019

got a massive idiotic laugh attack from "a cup of scald". It has give me this image of some congenial host pouring some boiling wine straight from a kettle.

:) we should make this a permanent ilx FW reading group

I'd definitely like to try tackling it. It's about 3 years ago to the day that I last attempted it.

I'm in

To be read alongside Tōru Takemitsu's riverrun and a way a lone.

xxp cant believe you’ve never heard this extremely auld wan from Dublin phrase!

But yeah, I’m in!

Altho this online annotated edition is coming along nicely http://finwake.com/01/01.htm there's something distracting to me in superabundant footnotes, even tho they add thoughts and knowledge i didn't possess already

Some contemporaneous secondary reading material:

https://zehfilardo.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/our-exagmination-round-his-factification-for-incamination-of-work-in-progress-searcheable.pdf

(Work in Progress was Finnegans Wake's working title).

i love Takemitsu so yes yes

I feel like I'm ready for it, but always have 5 or 6 history books lined up on my kindle, and Shalamov was the author that taught me most that fictional worlds can be much more truthful than historical accounts by hardbrained professors. Sorry getting dizzy spells after too much coffee.

I'm in as well!

cuppa scald and trot a mouse well by god lads thats just everyday talk tbh

But deems, you are Finnegan.

if it really was scalding all the alcohol would be burnt away:(

No such thing as skalding without mulled wine.

im blissfully ignorant as to whether being finnegan is a good or bad thing and shall remain so

Good not bad imho.

I mean, he's a primordial giant and pub owner.

Yes and it was bad bad. Only liked Frank McGuiness' comments iirc

b) i got no idea what form a reading group might take or how we might proceed - but those aren't reasons not to do it

We could probably do Book 1 on a section by section basis. That'll be untenable later on but it's a way to start.

From googling it seems the twitterfeed is on page 458. Anyone have any thoughts on that page?

From Chapter 3, Episode II. Good episode. With the crackling and the chawing and all that.

If you’ve been enjoying the #Bloomsday Words & Music on @BBCRadio3 this afternoon, listen out for our programme on Tuesday: we get caught up in Finnegans Wake. @DrMatthewSweet with Eimear McBride @FaberBooks, @FinnFordham @NellLybeck https://t.co/gJlhOOe1bs

— BBC Free Thinking (@BBCFreeThinking) June 16, 2019

Listening to this last night

Very nice account of a reader's journey with it.

https://lithub.com/finnegans-wake-at-80-in-defense-of-the-difficult/

An excellent piece on Wake reading as communal act, and also as almost a cult-like dimension of it:

https://sydneyreviewofbooks.com/essay/on-finishing-finnegans-wake/

https://sydneyreviewofbooks.com/essay/breaking-james-joyce/

Her other essay weaves her life with Joyce's (and also shows that the 27 year reading of FW was roughly 13 years spent on 2/3 of it!) It could be too much for anyone but her but I really liked it.

I saw the movie (https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0059179/?ref_=nv_sr_srsg_0). I needed the subtitles, but I think I got all the allusions.

"One joke" could be a poorly-told knock-knock joke, or it could be a masterful telling of "The Aristocrats." I haven't tried to read FW, but I assume it's towards the Aristocrats end of this spectrum.