I love to get the whole concert, anyway, Heroes -- David Bowie Live
The Kinks -- Waterloo Sunset (Live)
Bowie Concert in Berlin
Olivia Newton-John was born in Cambridge, England, to a Welsh father, Brinley ("Bryn") Newton-John, and a Berlin-born mother, Irene Helene (née Born), the eldest child of the Nobel Prize-winning atomic physicist Max Born.
"The Mechanics of the Atom" -- Max Born
"Principles of Optics" -- Max Born & Emil Wolf
"Einstein's Theory of Relativity" -- Max Born
I am sorry, another chess marathon with my nephew.( which of course I lost).
An ostentation of peacocks
A wilderness of monkeys
A sea of troubles
A surfeit of slaughter
A heart of furious fancies
A knight of ghosts and shadows
A cloud of witnesses
A rubble of gods
A knot of witches
A harvest of souls
A grand democracy of forest trees
A raft of kings
A nest of gentlefolk
A diversity of creatures
A coven of kettles
A springul of larks
Screams of newsboys
An amazement of women
A crocodile of choirboys
A cloud of bats
A squalor of honest men
A prisonhouse of nations
A drizzle of empires
A bodyguard of lies
A marathon of deletions
A foreclosure of bankers
Talking Heads -- Pulled Up
Favorite Throwing Muses Album: The Real Ramona
Annals of Mathematics 168
Growth of the number of simple
closed geodesics on hyperbolic surfaces
By Maryam Mirzakhani
( She just won a Fields Medal, the first woman to win that award. Why did it take so long?)
Hmm..., someone took down my picture of Pablo Picasso
so my profile summary part doesn't make any sense. Oh well!
Modern Lovers (Full Album)
https://www.okcupid.com/profile Pablo Picasso -- Modern Lovers
Love you madly!
http://www.youtube.com/watchv=knUDV_ppSyE&list=RDknUDV_ppSyE#t=24 Einstürzende Neubauten - Kollaps (Mix)
Neu! - Neu!
Lou Reed - Metal Machine Music (1975) (Full Album)
The MEKONS & Kathy Acker ~ Live ~ Pussy, King of the Pirates
WOW - Wendy O. Williams
Nick Cave -- Let Love In
Lou Reed -- Rock And Roll Animal
Fahrenheit 451- Full audiobook - Ray Bradbury
Henry miller reads
“We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody and they don't have books, don't fuck them.”
― John Waters
A TURTLE WHICH EXPLORER CAPTAIN COOK GAVE TO THE KING OF TONGA IN
1777 DIED YESTERDAY. IT WAS NEARLY 200 YEARS OLD.
THE ANIMAL, CALLED TU'IMALILA, DIED AT THE ROYAL PALACE GROUND IN THE
TONGAN CAPITAL OF NUKU, ALOFA.
THE PEOPLE OF TONGA REGARDED THE ANIMAL AS A CHIEF AND SPECIAL
KEEPERS WERE APPOINTED TO LOOK AFTER IT. IT WAS BLINDED IN A BUSH FIRE
A FEW YEARS AGO.
TONGA RADIO SAID TU'IMALILA'S CARCASS WOULD BE SENT TO THE
AUCKLAND MUSEUM IN NEW ZEALAND.
Big Yellow Taxi -- Joni Mitchell. "You don't meet too many straight guys into Joni Mitchell" (movie quote from: The Kids Are Alright)
But is that true. I don't know.
Paul Mawhinney, a former music-store owner in Pittsburgh, spent more than 40 years amassing a collection of some three million LPs and 45s, many of them bargain-bin rejects that had been thoroughly forgotten. The world’s indifference, he believed, made even the most neglected records precious: music that hadn’t been transferred to digital files would vanish forever unless someone bought his collection and preserved it.
Mawhinney spent about two decades trying to find someone who agreed. He struck a deal for $28.5 million in the late 1990s with the Internet retailer CDNow, he says, but the sale of his collection fell through when the dot-com bubble started to quiver. He contacted the Library of Congress, but negotiations fizzled. In 2008 he auctioned the collection on eBay for $3,002,150, but the winning bidder turned out to be an unsuspecting Irishman who said his account had been hacked.
Interesting story , read it in the NY Times Magazine August 10, 2014
Toots and the Maytals -- Sweet and Dandy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_St8Kbo4uwU Toots and the Maytals -- Sweet and Dandy
Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo
y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado,
no me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia,
busco el sonido líquido de tus pies en el día.
Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
de tus manos color de furioso granero,
tengo hambre de la pálida piedra de tus uñas,
quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.
Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pestañas
y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crepúsculo
buscándote, buscando tu corazón caliente
como un puma en la soledad de Quitratúe.
I am very sorry to bother you. I have been doing a lot of research in the past couple of months about the Illuminati and NWO. It was actually an accidental discovery when I was doing research on chemtrails, and something led me to the Illuminati and it's control at the Olympics, which apparently are related. However, now I know all this stuff about the Illuminati and masonry, I am seeing the reprogramming everywhere. ~Einstein ( Letter to Bohr)
Mireille Mathieu - Non, je ne regrette rien
Larry David is hilarious!
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There's no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
That you'd just be
One more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
A question in your eyes is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
cultivate what they do to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False goals, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
Who cares what it says about me. who cares !!!
Yes, thank you for telling me my profile sucks. I realize it does , but I don't feel like editing it now because I'm not in the mood. - Alan
Images by Piero Fornasetti ( 1913-1988)
He lived most of life in Milan, attending the Brera Art Academy from 1930-32 when he was expelled for insubordination. During World War II, he went into exile in Switzerland from 1943-46. He created more than 11,000 items, many featuring the face of a woman, operatic soprano Lina Cavalieri, as a motif. Fornasetti found her face in a 19th-century magazine. “What inspired me to create more than 500 variations on the face of a woman?” asks Italian designer, Piero Fornasetti of himself. “I don’t know,” he admits, “I began to make them and I never stopped.” The “Tema e Variazioni” (theme and variation) plate series based on Cavalieri's face numbered more than 350.
Other common features in his work include heavy use of black and white, the sun and time. His style is reminiscent of Greek and Roman architecture, by which he was heavily influenced.
Today it is most common to see Fornasetti's style in fashion and room accessories such as scarves, ties, lamps, furniture, china plates and tables.
His son, Barnaba Fornasetti, continues to design in his father's name.
I think I'll watch Slavoj Zizek's "The Pervert's Guide To Ideology "
The Kinks: ( for whatever your kink happens to be) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-pe_hzY0a4
One day I was thinking about the people I’ve met – specifically, the really strange ones. The more I thought about them, the more I realized that they were like me: free, uncompromising, boldly displaying their strengths, and unashamed of their weaknesses. People who turned their weaknesses into strengths, by making me love them and get lost in them. I suddenly decided that I wanted to write about these people. I wanted to analyze them deeply, to understand them, to master their mentality. I wanted to know why they came, why they left, why they captured so strikingly my whole existence.
(miles does spanish key .)
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers
(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that's how I
That's how I
(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)
(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
タンポポ -- 伊丹十三 Tampopo - 1985 - Juzo Itami
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JXmUSMPUpA (Intro Tampopo)
( Death of the Gangster )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mi42yK72a1U Gangster eating Oysters ( Tampopo )
Oh, here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBwht54TDOI
"...you know if I read more Russian novels..." great part by Julianne Moore .
Syd: It's like cultural studies or semiotics. Philosophy, you know? Foucault, Derrida, Kristeva , whatevah.
Horses/ Patti Smith
Others are jotting down notes:
The scene is at about 2:00:00 Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g721yKOLMYo -- Alan
And this was what? Oh, guitar practice 1:30:00 Bitches Brew
Janna Levin is doing an AMA on reddit today. Very interesting if you like astrophysics. Here's a link: http://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/29eg8g/i_am_janna_levin_theoretical_physicist_big_bang/
So omit the end of "Tropic of Cancer" (which you didn't write by the way.) just leave the one sentence.
Human beings make a strange fauna and flora. From a distance they appear negligible; close up they are apt to appear ugly and malicious. More than anything they need to be surrounded with sufficient space -- space even more than time.
Gallery Blurb on the Richard Jackson Installation in London.
Some Mozart: Mitsuko Uchida Plays K. 271 Concerto in E flat , No. 9
Negative Feedback :
Hi, thanks. I can see the DeKooning! It was actually a matter of not being able to hold the phone still, but still!
I don't have a tumblr; I barely have a facebook. I might've had a livejournal once, but unfortunately we don't have access to livejournal anymore so we'll never know for sure. (That's a joke--not a good one.) I'm savvy on the internet like I'm savvy with language: I get it, all of it. I just choose to ignore certain parts. Too much is less than nothing.
And speaking of, I'm not sure how to respond to your novella-length profile composed mostly in verse, but that refuses to post one clear photograph. If we are indulging ourselves here, lay out the facts. I'm not mysterious and it's always a relief when somebody's not mysterious.
Honestly, I have to agree with her, I think I'll dump this stupid profile and start over again .
And Romeo wanted Juliette
and Juliette wanted Romeo
And Romeo wanted Juliette
and Juliette wanted Romeo
Lou Reed - Romeo Had Juliette
Caught between the twisted stars
the plotted lines the faulty map
that brought Columbus to New York
Betwixt between the East and West
he calls on her wearing a leather vest
the earth squeals and shudders to a halt
A diamond crucifix in his ear
is used to help ward off the fear
that he has left his soul in someone's rented car
Inside his pants he hides a mop
to clean the mess that he has dropped
into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell
And Romeo wanted Juliette
and Juliette wanted Romeo
And Romeo wanted Juliette
and Juliette wanted Romeo
Romeo Rodriguez squares
his shoulders and curses Jesus
runs a comb through his black pony-tail
He's thinking of his lonely room
the sink that by his bed gives off a stink
then smells her perfume in his eyes
And her voice was like a bell
Outside the street were steaming the crack
dealers were dreaming
of an Uzi someone had just scored
I betcha I could hit that light
with my one good arm behind my back
says little Joey Diaz
Brother give me another tote
those downtown hoods are no damn good
those Italians need a lesson to be taught
This cop who died in Harlem
you think they'd get the warnin'
I was dancing when his brains run out on the street
And Romeo had Juliette
and Juliette had her Romeo
And Romeo had Juliette
and Juliette had her Romeo
I'll take Manhattan in a garbage bag
with Latin written on it that says
"it's hard to give a shit these days"
Manhattan's sinking like a rock
into the filthy Hudson what a shock
they wrote a book about it
they said it was like ancient Rome
The perfume burned his eyes
holding tightly to her thighs
And something flickered for a minute
and then it vanished and was gone
That hurt we embrace becomes joy.
Call it to your arms where it can change.
A silkworm eating leaves makes a cocoon.
Each of us weaves a chamber of leaves and sticks.
Like silkworms, we begin to exist
as we disappear inside that room.
Without legs, we fly.
When I stop speaking, this poem will close
in silence more magnificent….
I don’t regret how much I love,
And I avoid those who repent of their passion.
Hundreds of sweethearts!
I am the lover and the one lovers long for.
Blue, and a cure for blues,
sky in a small cage,
badly hurt but flying.
Everybody’s scandalous flaw is mine.
~ Ashley Madison
reading the newpaper...
Here's an interesting story: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-Q9D4dcYng
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even (La mariée mise à nu par ses célibataires, même), most often called The Large Glass (Le Grand Verre), is an artwork by Marcel Duchamp. Duchamp worked on the piece from 1915 to 1923, creating two panes of glass with materials such as lead foil, fuse wire, and dust. It combines chance procedures, plotted perspective studies, and laborious craftsmanship. Duchamp's ideas for the Glass began in 1913, and he made numerous notes and studies, as well as preliminary works for the piece. The notes reflect the creation of unique rules of physics, and myth which describes the work. He published the notes and studies as The Green Box in 1934. The notes describe that his "hilarious picture" is intended to depict the erotic encounter between the "Bride," in the upper panel, and her nine "Bachelors" gathered timidly below in an abundance of mysterious mechanical apparatus in the lower panel. The Large Glass was exhibited in 1926 at the Brooklyn Museum before it was broken during transport and carefully repaired by Duchamp. It is now part of the permanent collection at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Duchamp sanctioned replicas of The Large Glass, the first in 1961 for an exhibition at Moderna Museet in Stockholm and another in 1966 for the Tate Gallery in London. The third replica is in Komaba Museum, University of Tokyo.
Lou Reed's shock at Edward Snowden's NSA revelations
Be right back!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LrMLt9bMd_I Sweet Jane -- Lou Reed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYjBQKIOb-w Heroes -- David Bowie
"Nosferatu: Phantom der Nacht" Werner Herzog (1979) with Klaus Kinski . On the off chance you have nothing better to do! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukszLv37clw
Warren Zevon -- "Werewolves of London"
(new day , new mood)
(summary) Social Distortion: Story of My LIfe
Social D again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQOJY4NXYzM
One more time: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NWjehpGSO0
Ball and Chain
Dig a Pony: St Vincent ( Annie Clark) -- (2009)
Hey she mentions the seventh seal!
Annie Clark plays a Harmony Bobcat H-17. I think she's great,
I think David Byrne thinks so too.
Nirvana with Annie Clark / St. Vincent - Lithium
I think I'll watch "The Seventh Seal" by Ingmar Bergman. I've already got the popcorn.
- Do you like those old movies?
- Yeah, I guess, why do you ask?
"brevity is the soul of wit." ~Polonius (from Hamlet by Willy the Shake.)
My liege, and madam, to expostulate
What majesty should be, what duty is,
What day is day, night night, and time is time,
Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time;
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief. Your noble son is mad. . . .
Hamlet Act 2, scene 2, 86–92
Hello , I'm Johnny Cash.
Wow,this one got a zillion hits!
Jack White/ White Stripes / Jolene
Carla Bozulich / The Geraldine Fibbers - " California Tuffy"
Nels Cline plays with Wilco:
He looked a lot like Che Guevara?
I met a friend of spirit
He drank and womanized
And I sat before his sanity
I was holding back from crying
He saw my complications
And he mirrored me back simplified
And we laughed how our perfection
Would always be denied
"Heart and humor and humility"
He said "Will lighten up your heavy load"
I left him for the refuge of the roads
I fell in with some drifters
Cast upon a beachtown
Winn Dixie cold cuts and highway hand me downs
And I wound up fixing dinner
For them and Boston Jim
I well up with affection
Thinking back down the roads to then
The nets were overflowing
In the Gulf of Mexico
They were overflowing in the refuge of the roads
There was spring along the ditches
There were good times in the cities
Oh radiant happiness
It was all so light and easy
Till I started analyzing
And I brought on my old ways
A thunderhead of judgment was
Gathering in my gaze
And it made most people nervous
They just didn't want to know
What I was seeing in the refuge of the roads
I pulled off into a forest
Crickets clicking in the ferns
Like a wheel of fortune
I heard my fate turn turn turn
And I went running down a white sand road
I was running like a white-assed deer
Running to lose the blues
To the innocence in here
These are the clouds of Michelangelo
Muscular with gods and sungold
Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads
In a highway service station
Over the month of June
Was a photograph of the earth
Taken coming back from the moon
And you couldn't see a city
On that marbled bowling ball
Or a forest or a highway
Or me here least of all
You couldn't see these cold water restrooms
Or this baggage overload
Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the roads
Happy Birthday Miles! 88.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTSJYZyouek Alex Chilton -- The Replacements From "Pleased To Meet Me".
"I change during the course of a day.
I wake up and I'm one person, and when
I go to sleep I know for certain I'm
somebody else." ~ Bob Dylan
So, Franz Marc is one of my favorite painters.
One of Marc's best-known paintings is Tierschicksale (Animal Destinies or Fate of the Animals), which hangs in the Kunstmuseum Basel. Marc had completed the work in 1913, when "the tension of impending cataclysm had pervaded society", as one art historian noted.On the rear of the canvas, Marc wrote, "Und Alles Sein ist flammend Leid" ("And all being is flaming agony").Serving in World War I, Marc wrote to his wife of the painting, "it is like a premonition of this war—horrible and shattering. I can hardly conceive that I painted it."
My version of See Emily Play:
(but I love the original psychedelic school girl version the most.)
Does this work yet?
See Emily Play, my favorite version :
I think I'll write a script about wine .
Can I ask you a personal question?
Why are you so into Pinot? It's like
a thing with you.
Miles laughs at first, then smiles wistfully at the question.
He searches for the answer in his glass and begins slowly.
I don't know. It's a hard grape to
grow. As you know. It's thin-skinned,
temperamental, ripens early. It's
not a survivor like Cabernet that
can grow anywhere and thrive even
when neglected. Pinot needs constant
care and attention and in fact can
only grow in specific little tucked-
away corners of the world. And only
the most patient and nurturing growers
can do it really, can tap into Pinot's
most fragile, delicate qualities.
Only when someone has taken the time
to truly understand its potential
can Pinot be coaxed into its fullest
expression. And when that happens,
its flavors are the most haunting
and brilliant and subtle and thrilling
and ancient on the planet.
Maya has found this answer revealing and moving.
I mean, Cabernets can be powerful
and exalting, but they seem prosaic
to me for some reason. By comparison.
How about you?
What about me?
I don't know. Why are you into wine?
I suppose I got really into wine
originally through my ex-husband. He
had a big, kind of show-off cellar.
But then I found out that I have a
really sharp palate, and the more I
drank, the more I liked what it made
me think about.
Yeah? Like what?
Like what a fraud he was.
No, but I do like to think about the
life of wine, how it's a living thing.
I like to think about what was going
on the year the grapes were growing,
how the sun was shining that summer
or if it rained... what the weather
was like. I think about all those
people who tended and picked the
grapes, and if it's an old wine, how
many of them must be dead by now. I
love how wine continues to evolve,
how every time I open a bottle it's
going to taste different than if I
had opened it on any other day.
Because a bottle of wine is actually
alive -- it's constantly evolving
and gaining complexity. That is,
until it peaks -- like your '61 --
and begins its steady, inevitable
decline. And it tastes so fucking
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzlpTRNIAvc One more time!
James Brown? James Brown!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQd4fTjT89A
Bringing you the hits, Hot Pants -- Carla Fibber and Nels Cline: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vqr0BA5v6w8
Ethyl Meatplow, Carla Bozilich : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEihLXDB9ZQ
Just one more: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nKeZc61DLY
Let's here it for George Jones!
And the Possum one more time: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYQViYm92hg
And the Geraldine Fibbers for all you out there in radioland : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Avjrx_fS0Y8
Just an old country song: "He Stopped Lovin' Her Today" by George Jones
Deep in the heart of me is you. The fun house mirror is just a metaphor.
Duck Soup (1933) The Marx Brothers
The Byrds - Eight miles high
I should watch the U.S. chess championship in St. Louis ..
If you see her say hello, she may be in Tangier...
In answer to the important question :
Q: Does a Mobius strip remain connected when the center is removed?
A: Yes, apparently it does!
I once won $2,00,000 in a poker game but I find sometimes my self reporting is inaccurate.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38m-wnbHPLA crazy old lady scene in Tompopo.
Q: Is it just me, or is this just a shitty way of meeting people?
A: Well , look at your answers , they are batshit crazy!
A: Someone has to tell you.
Q: So, honesty is the best policy.
A: I didn't say that, but yes , you should consider it. Anyway, people don't always make decisions based on what you say.
Q: By the way , I didn't catch your name.
A: I didn't pitch it.
Q: That sounds like a line out of a movie.
A: Yes, an old movie, but I don;t recall which one.
Q: Carry Grant and James Mason?
A: No, you're on the right track. Carry Grant and Leo G. Carrol.
- Roger Thornhill: I don't think I caught your name.
- The Professor: I don't think I pitched it.
Ernest Lehman wrote the script.
Q: Well , that's whats great about the internet, you can always look things up, even trivial stupid things.
A: Yes, and people will always have this conversation that you're having with yourself!
Q: Why should I care?
A: What do you think this is ? The question and answer chapter of Ulysses?
Q: I always loved that part of the book!
A: That's Chapter 17.
... What reflection concerning the irregular sequence of dates 1884, 1885, 1886, 1888, 1892, 1893, 1904 did Bloom make before their arrival at their destination?
He reflected that the progressive extension of the field of individual development and experience was regressively accompanied by a restriction of the converse domain of interindividual relations.
As in what ways?
From inexistence to existence he came to many and was as one received: existence with existence he was with any as any with any: from existence to nonexistence gone he would be by all as none perceived.
What action did Bloom make on their arrival at their destination?
At the housesteps of the 4th of the equidifferent uneven numbers, number 7 Eccles street, he inserted his hand mechanically into the back pocket of his trousers to obtain his latchkey.
Was it there?
It was in the corresponding pocket of the trousers which he had worn on the day but one preceding.
Why was he doubly irritated?
Because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded himself twice not to forget.
What were then the alternatives before the, premeditatedly (respectively) and inadvertently, keyless couple?
To enter or not to enter. To knock or not to knock.
A stratagem. Resting his feet on the dwarf wall, he climbed over the area railings, compressed his hat on his head, grasped two points at the lower union of rails and stiles, lowered his body gradually by its length of five feet nine inches and a half to within two feet ten inches of the area pavement, and allowed his body to move freely in space by separating himself from the railings and crouching in preparation for the impact of the fall.
Did he fall?
By his body's known weight of eleven stone and four pounds in avoirdupois measure, as certified by the graduated machine for periodical selfweighing in the premises of Francis Fraedman, pharmaceutical chemist of 19 Frederick street, north, on the last feast of the Ascension, to wit, the twelfth day of May of the bissextile year one thousand nine hundred and four of the Christian era (jewish era five thousand six hundred and sixtyfour, mohammedan era one thousand three hundred and twentytwo), golden number $, epact 13, solar cycle 9, dominical letters C B, Roman indication 2, Julian period 6617, MXMIV.
Did he rise uninjured by concussion?
Regaining new stable equilibrium he rose uninjured though concussed by the impact, raised the latch of the area door by the exertion of force at its freely moving flange and by leverage of the first kind applied at its fulcrum gained retarded access to the kitchen through the subadjacent scullery, ignited a Lucifer match by friction, set free inflammable coal gas by turning on the ventcock, lit a high flame which, by regulating, he reduced to quiescent candescence and lit finally a portable candle.
What discrete succession of images did Stephen meanwhile perceive?
Reclined against the area railings he perceived through the transparent kitchen panes a man regulating a gasflame of 14 C P, a man lighting a candle, a man removing in turn each of his two boots, a man leaving the kitchen holding a candle of ICP.
Did the man reappear elsewhere?
Alter a lapse of four minutes the glimmer of his candle was discernible through the semitransparent semicircular glass fanlight over the halldoor. The halldoor turned gradually on its hinges. In the open space of the doorway the man reappeared without his hat, with his candle.
Q: What I find amazing is that this supposed sequence of events occurred on May 12 1904, that is exactly 110 years ago, today!
A: No, the weighing occurred on May 12 1904. Bloomsday is June 16, 1904.
"The Books in My Life" Henry Miller
https://archive.org/details/booksinmylife00milluoft A great book available free at archive.org ! (Nothing to do with the following letter which I typed into my profile while I was reading a book.
( Henry Miller's first letter to Anais Nin ).
I don't know where to begin! My mind is flooded, saturated with material. Alors, I got your letter, the telegram. First of all, bravo! I am immensely elated by the interest you take - and that is quite enough to sustain me.
It will not be necessary to return to Paris, or Louveciennes tho' certainly I deeply appleciate your hospitality. Let us reserve the occasion -
there may come a worse day. For the present I feel sufficiently fortified to stick it out…
Perhaps I sounded like a crybaby. What a yawp I set up! Damn it, I wasn't supposed to fall into a bed of roses. So, if in the future I rave or rant, just set it down to literary ebullience.
Everything has it's compensations… Now that I have cleared the deck with these practical explanations ( and hell how I detest them) let me make other apologies - and then to
more interesting matters, First excuse the paper. I have good typewriter paper that I am holding in reserve , and if you do not mind the lack of formality why O.K. Maybe the random notes
on the reverse side will titillate you. They are of no use to me any more. Secondly, excuse the absence of salutation. I haven't yet learned to call you by your first name, and Miss Nin
sounds so stiff, like an invitation to tea. I should like to say simply Anais, but it takes time. ( Osborn, for instance , is still Osborn.) How Germanic this is…
Since I shall not be back to engage in long discussions (except perhaps during Easter, or will you be going away then?) why let's thrash things out by the letter.
The notes I sent you, after you read them, please hold them. As I said, so much was left out of the novel. I want to return to it. supplement it by incorporating some
of my present book [Tropic of Cancer] . Naturally you have divined how precious this "Albertine" must be for me. Is not June very similar - perhaps much more complicated,orchestrated
as it were? How many more enigmas are there for me to solve than was presented by Albertine?…God, it is maddening to think that even one day must pass without writing.
I shall never, never catch up. It is why , no doubt, I write with such vehemence, such distortion. It is despair…
Yes , I hope, Anais, that you will write. There is lots I have to say which does not fit into books. And I want to know what you think. I come back to your book, to my first, vivid
impressions. Certain passages are on an inestimable beauty. Above all a sureness, a grasp, a mature dexterity which I, alas , will never attain. The very composition of your blood , your
inheritance, has without your knowing it perhaps saved you from problems and pains which most writers are obliged to suffer, You are essentially the artist, whether you choose a
small or a large canvas. You have a power, through sheer feeling, that will captivate your readers. Only beware of your reason , your intelligence. Do not attempt to resolve…Don't
preach. No moral conclusions. There are none, anyway. Don't hesitate. Write! Keep on, even if you go from Switzerland to Timbuctoo, though why Louveciennes shouldn't suffice is an
enigma to me.
February 12, 1932
(Henry Miller to Anais Nin)
This is an old Furry Louis song. He's used the line a few times, I thought it was funny.
Lord, i asked for cabbage, she brought me turnip greens
Lord, i asked for cabbage, she brought me turnip greens
I asked her for water and she brought me gasoline