Plunge not for pride and prejudice when pissing practices poison places, porpoise pleads. Pause. Puff.
On Mon, Sep 26, 2011 at 3:23 PM, rigsy03@yahoo.com <rigsy03@yahoo.com> wrote:
Verily! It's like you are skating, James.
"Prude Juice" was somehow added to my post- I did not write that- nor
could I claim it.
I took a Joyce course. Had read him too early- and then, too late.
Richard Ellman was considered "the" biographer- he also wrote of/on
Wilde- I think that was published after his death, if you are
interested. I know it's "arts for art's sake" but when I fall under a
spell, I want more.
On Sep 26, 6:24 am, James Lynch <ashkas...@gmail.com> wrote:
> -V, Wikiquote:
> Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously
> as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage,
> no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant,
> vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation
> stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent
> vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and
> voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a
> vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of
> such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [laughs]
> Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me
> simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call
> me "V".
>
> Thanks for the intro to Joyce, very neat language!
>
>
>
> >> - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -> On Sun, Sep 25, 2011 at 6:28 AM, rigs...@yahoo.com <rigs...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> > Nay. Rejoice!
>
> > "She prays now, she says, that I may learn in my own life and away
> > from home and friends what the heart is and what it feels. Amen. So be
> > it. Wecome, O Life! I go to encounrter for the millionth time the
> > reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the
> > uncreated conscience of my race." "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young
> > Man"- James Joyce
>
> > Prude Juice
>
> >> Their talk was riddled in code. An electric clock tocked. The tics
> >> had eloped with the tacs. No one gave a flying fart; prouder Anglo-
> >> Saxon barred by chastity belt. It was time to be off to the Heretic
> >> Dutchman for sane retreat. No white whale beckoned with beef hooked.
> >> Bud was no wiser brewers' droop no pleasure now beer was fresh out of
> >> fuggy muggy Irish talent with clarity no longer a pint of plain behind
> >> the welcome of an opened pub door firmly shut against the rain of
> >> English summer talk of the ball swinging to Indian rout and Tendulkar
> >> renamed Anderson's Bunny limping home short of the hundred hundreds.
> >> A screw turned the name of a good one barred by prissie privvy lit
> >> with prude not worth dousing with filtered beer. Take the famed trip
> >> round a portrait traced in Dublin streets by the artist as a young man
> >> and read the words that must not be spoken adding you and what a hat
> >> pin used in several angers makes. I have loved you all in my distance
> >> keeping it in the phrase not with someone else's preferring more
> >> honest company of the pub whore content I'll listen and buy liquid
> >> compensation for what others think she's for a good one of and I
> >> reserve for the smart nob at the crease chin begging for the ball's
> >> tune to bring him down a peg before shaping one edged to slip and safe
> >> hands for the gleaming cherry. The player always good one's the
> >> gentleman turning gentle man himself finding a professional down-at-
> >> heel having to take the profane in the sacred to feed her habit. The
> >> shame is in barring words when mannered world exploits with charm
> >> language truly rotten from those who get nice and warm seeing the
> >> lights in the castle. Go Joyce yourself.
>
> >> On Sep 18, 4:25 pm, gabbydott <gabbyd...@gmail.com> wrote:
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> >> > <http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2a/Dissent_develops_d...>- Hide quoted text -
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