In response to a recent Wall Street Article,
I’ll remind the Wall Street Journal that WALL street features in the Wake.
Page three opens with a WALLSTRAIT falling…
You might want to take the trouble, at the Wall Street
Journal, of reading and re-reading Finnegans
Wake, and Proust,
And Pound, Silvio Gessel, C.H Douglas and even McLuhan
And listening to Sun Ra, Coltrane, Ornette Coleman and Don Cherry
While loking at De Kooning and Pollock,
Flying through oen space and new time
As if ART were a hypertextually interactive show,
Binding with your thoughts.
As you thought, think and drank them.
Thanks for reminding me of the Wall street crash
Right smack bang there at the end of the beginning of
The ‘Wake’…. maybe the first example
Of ‘hypertext’ and a book jam packed full of ‘tweets’.
Or listen to lady Gaga and read Dan Brown?
“Reading demands a greater investment of time than looking at a complicated painting, and the average reader is not prepared to invest that much time in a book, no matter what critics say about it. I feel the same way. I suppose I could get to the bottom of “Finnegans Wake” if I worked at it—but would it be worth the trouble? Or would I be better served by spending the same amount of time rereading the seven volumes of Marcel Proust’s “Remembrance of Things Past,” a modern masterpiece that is not gratuitiously complicated but rewardingly complex?
“You have turned your back on common men, on their elementary needs and their restricted time and intelligence,” H.G. Wells complained to Joyce after reading “Finnegans Wake.” That didn’t faze him. “The demand that I make of my reader,” Joyce said, “is that he should devote his whole life to reading my works.” To which the obvious retort is: Life’s too short. —http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704911704575327163342009080.html?mod=googlenews_wsj
(bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the
offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since
devlinsfirst loved livvy.–James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, g. 3