Status Updates From Finnegans Wake

Delfas, Dorhqk, Nublid, Dalway

all the errears and erroriboose of combarative embottled history

celestial sunhat

‘They would lick their lenses before they would negatise a jom petter from his sodalites.’ Not sure what it means but the sentence structure feels sound.

God forgive me for what i’m about to do

(omg waarom is die cover zo wrinkly lmao)

What the fuck? Zaczełam i chce skonczyc

Avalunch made me feel like I was falling and then suddenly hungry all in the space of pronouncing this word

‘And the world is maidfree’ Joyce’s politics?

Resumed this after a short break. Coincidentally, the section I just finished was set around Xmas/NY celebrations, so very timely 😊

hetman unwhorsed by Searingsand

the crimes of Ivaun the Taurrible every strongday morn

faced flappery like old King Cnut and turned his back like Cincinnatus

lebriety, frothearnity and quality

independent of the lordship of chamberlain, acknowledging the rule of Rome

though his heart, soul and spirit turn to pharaoph times, his love, faith and hope stick to futuerism

you feel he is Vespasian yet you think of him as Aurelius

Banba prayed for his conversion, Beurla missed that grand old voice

partitioned Irskaholm, united Irishmen

‘(You appreciate?)’ is this directed to the reader? Who is the narrator anyway?

Reading gnostic texts, esoteric writings makes me classify Finnegan’s Wake as such. ‘Our breed and better class is in brood and bitter pass’