(in the tool-shed where we suffered : Sad Satan !)
Fake Eliot as some rando colonial (in this case, Aussie)
Woolf could, of course, write his stuff as well as he / but in this case, there's a sort of .. reverent mockery?
I shall envy them their continuance down the safe traditional ways under the shade of old yew trees while I consort with cockneys and clerks, and tap the pavements of the city.
Grace Ella Hammond
THE WAVES by Virginia Woolf (1931)
6 character studies and an absent guest (PERCIVAL, who died in India - trampled by ponies? i do not know / in any case: "He reads a detective novel, yet understands everything"). BERNARD, whom our handy guide identifies as "maybe E.M. Forster") is constantly putting on faces, those of his friends, those of a stranger well-met in the street. it is fitting that he takes us OUT (the last 60 pages, more or less). and it's NEVILLE (fake Lytton Strachey) who delineates Bernard:
You thought, as you drew your pencil there, 'I too throw off my cloak like that. I too snap my fingers in the face of destiny.' Yet Byron never made tea as you do, who fill the pot so that when you put the lid on the tea spills over. There is a brown pool on the table - it is running among your books and papers. Now you mop it up, clumsily, with your pocket-handkerchief. You then stuff your handkerchief back into your pocket - that is not Byron; that is you; that is so essentially you that if I think of you in twenty years' time, when we are both famous, gouty and intolerable, it will be by that scene: and if you are dead, I shall weep. Once you were Tolstoi's young man; now you are Byron's young man; perhaps you will be Meredith's young man; then you will visit Paris in the Easter vacation and come back wearing a black tie, some detestable Frenchman whom nobody has ever heard of. Then I shall drop you.
Jinny [Mary Hutchinson]
"That woman, you whisper discreetly, with the pearl pagodas hanging from her ears, was the pure flame who lit the life of one of our statesmen; now since his death she sees ghosts, tells fortunes, and has adopted a coffee-coloured youth whom she calls the Messiah .."
the Suburbs of Agony [Rhoda]
The willow as she saw it grew on the verge of a grey desert where no bird sang. The leaves shrivelled as she looked at them, tossed in agony as she passed them. The trams and omnibuses roared hoarse in the street, ran over rocks and sped foaming away. Perhaps one pillar, sunlit, stood in her desert by a pool where wild beasts come down stealthily to drink.
(After Monday, Tuesday comes ..)
Legend has it that members of Black Twigs first played amongst dusted carousel ponies warehoused by an abandoned fairground. The truth - as always - is more omplex, less 'Live at Pompeii.' These days the band is known best as the core trio of Mike Gangloff, Isak Howell, and Nathan Bowles .. or "GHB" for short. We will offer some brief meditations on this contemporary phenomenon of ancient music with the stand-up rock beat (presently tapped out by Nathan B's feed store, bass player shoes) ! .. but without further t'do, I give you .. the Black Twig Pickers.
Grace Ella Hammond
("Turn of the Sgroo" im.proved ')
"In our Logic class this year, we are doing lying exercises of the second degree. We are also studying first-degree lying with two unknowns. And sometimes, we lie in harmony. It's very exciting. In the advanced class, the girls do second-degree ling, with two unknowns, and lying of the third degree. That must be hard. I can't wait till next year."
National Institute of Tape Recorders
I was not, he claimed, a real woman, but only a highly sophisticated electronic robot built by a certain Dr. Morgan. Dr. Morgan was now subjecting me to various experiments in order to test my performance. He was putting me through a series of tests, while having me watched by agents in his employ, placed everywhere along my way, some of whom, themselves, would be nothing but robots as well ..
The Sailors say Brandy ..
"When she heard of her lover's tragic end, she committed suicide, by eating a mass-producted pizza."
.. inna Murmansk warehouse, there was Boris and there were *rumors* of Boris : (1981) Boris Koershimen/Minnesota Tishman (the crowd brought us together : it was Boris and it was *going* to Boris ..) to .. 1987 : Boris Stephanovich, Dishwasher/Car Salesman Laureate (and intimate of the Countess Oblomov ..)
Grace Ella Hammond Kansas City
Minnesota Multiphasic Tabletop Vacation
(‘WAITER, THERE ARE MECHANICS MAGAZINES IN MY BOUILLABAISSE !’)
.. Robbe-Grillet's Djinn. it's quite a bit of business. certainly funnier than the older stuff i've read an' seen (Christine Kiebuzinska showed Last Year at Marienbad in her film studies course) / but humor's personal, right? some of y'all might split your sides over - i dunno - 'Spensky lectures and Henry Cow records : i don't judge.
(w.r.t. the Robbe-Grillet, was unable to locate Jelousy/In the Labyrinth and the accompanying Notes)
(this is the Sparkomatic man who has performed w/ th' chemical pops. he is driving a large-caliber Camaro / what can be his "game"?)
first, i am pleased you brought up the case of The Waves / i rather *doubt* it would have been a reasonable pre-Lighthouse choice (hell, i haven't taken the As I Lay Dying plunge either ..). but - yeah - noted !
Nostalgia and th' shock of the NEW
y'all recall me describing Four Quartets as an "Ouspenskian rewrite of Christina Rossetti's super-double sonnet Later Life" / but it's MORE than that 'cause that man from Mars, reporting the behaviour of the Sea Monster, must first become something of a Sea Monster himself : John Carpenter's The Thing (1982), 'cept instead of *absorbing*/mimicking Mercury's an' Subaru's, it's Rossetti, it's Woolf, and - sure - Ouspensky, whose lectures TSE attended in London (that last, i will grant, was the most innovative of his p-p-pinchings). language / imagery : To the Lighthouse (1927), East Coker? 1940 (and - Waveswise - this WikiDetail strook me: "Louis is an outsider who seeks acceptance and success. Some critics see in him aspects of T. S. Eliot, whom Woolf knew well").
Phrases came. Visions came. Beautiful pictures. Beautiful phrases. But what she wished to get hold of was that very jar on the nerves, the thing itself before it has been made anything. Get that and start afresh; get that and start afresh; she said desperately, pitching herself firmly again before her easel. It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical moment; heroically, one must force it on.
.. the subject, largely, of the fifth section of each Quartet :
"Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die." (BN)
.. Last Year at Marienbad tells you - in its own The Banality of Nightmares way - a good-to-great deal about Robbe-Grillet : repetition, compulsion, subdividing moments into "how many suburbs of a single Event can exist on the head of *pin*?" ..
Grace Ella Hammond