Wildcaps: Being Excerpts from Burgess' Abridgement of Beck..

[Repost in honor of Earwig Year]


riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle
and Environs.

Hush! Caution! Echoland!

Hear? By the mausolime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funferall.
Fumfum fumfum. 'Tis optophone which ontophanes. List! Wheatstone's
magic lyer. They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening
for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord shall
be theirs for ollaves.

Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence: hence, cool at ebb,
they requiesce.

Countlessness of livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as
flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of whirlworlds.

Despond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup them all. This
ourth of years is not save brickdust and being humus the same roturns.

News, news, all the news.

Big earwigs on the green,
The largest you ever seen.

Words weigh no more to him than raindrips to Rethfernhim. Which we
all like. Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping.

Let us leave theories there and return to here's here.

The war is in words and the wood is the world.

We, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have hanged our
hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, by the waters of
babalong.

Well, almost any photoist worth his chemicots will tip anyone asking
him the teaser that if a negative of a horse happens to melt enough
while drying, well, what you do get is, well, a positively grotesquely
distorted macromass of all sorts of horsehappy values and masses of
meltwhile horse. Tip.

You is feeling like you was lost in the bush, boy? You say: It is a
puling sample jungle of woods. You most shouts out: Bethicket me for
a stump of a beech if I have the poultriest notions what the farest he
all means.

These paper wounds, four in type, were gradually and correctly
understood to mean stop, please stop, do please stop and O do please
stop respectively.

Funny spot to have a fingey! I'm terribly sorry, I swear to you I am!

Codling, snakelet, iciclist! My diaper has more life to it!

I'll plant them a poser for their nomanclatter.

Nuvoletta in her lightdress, spunn of sisteen shimmers, was alone.
All her nubied companions were asleeping with the squirrels.

Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering
bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome?

Night now! Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! Night night! Telmetale
of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering
waters of. Night!

IMAGINABLE ITINERARY THROUGH THE PARTICULAR UNIVERSAL.

_Mars speaking._

_Rockaby, babel, flatten a wall._

Strike the day off, the nightcap's on nigh. Goney, goney gone!

I've lost the place, where was I?

_The abnihilisation of the etym by the grisning of the grosning of the
grinder of the grunder of the first lord of Hurtreford expolodotonates
through Parsuralia with an ivanmorinthorrorumble fragoromboasssity
amidwhiches general uttermosts confussion are perceivable moletons
skaping with mulicules._

_Three quarks for Muster Mark!_

A dream of favours, a favourable dream. They know how they believe
that they believe that they know.

Rest your voice! Feed your mind!

The silent cock shall crow at last. The west shall shake the east
awake. Walk while you have the night for morn, lightbreakfastbringer,
morroweth whereon every past shall full fost sleep. Amain.

What was thaas? Fog was whaas? Too mult sleepth. Let sleepth.

A hand from a cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded.

You're as paint and spickspan as a rainbow.

What has gone? How it ends?
Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with
all gestures, in each our word. Today's truth, tomorrow's trend.
Forget, remember!

Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am leafy speafing. Lpf! Folty and folty
all the nights have falled on to long myhair. Not a sound, falling.
Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and then leaves.
The woods are fond always. As were we their babes in. And robins in
crews so.

I've lapped so long. As you said. It fair takes. If I lose my
breath for a minute or two don't speak, remember! Once it happened,
so it may again. Why I'm all these years within years in soffran,
allbeleaved. To hide away the tear, the parted. It's thinking of
all. The brave that gave their. The fair that wore. All them that's
gunne. I'll begin again in a jiffey. The nik of a nad. How glad
you'll be I waked you!

My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud. In peace and
silence. I could have stayed up there for always only.

It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain
now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes.

I am passing out. O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up.
They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's
sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father.

Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings
still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this
morning, ours.

We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls.
Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us, then. Finn, again! Take.
Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to.
Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the


[Paris, 1922-1939]


[Note the last sentence of the book breaks off, and its last half is
the first sentence of the book, in, as it says, "recirculation".]

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smeeter 11 or maybe 12

mp 10

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Like _Hamlet_, sort of, but funnier.

< Mae West on her play _Diamond Lil_

On Mar 6, 5:04 pm, mimus <tinmimu... RemoveThis @hotmail.com> wrote:
> [Repost in honor of Earwig Year]
>
> riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
> brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle
> and Environs.
>
> Hush! Caution! Echoland!
>
> Hear? By the mausolime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a grand funferall.
> Fumfum fumfum. 'Tis optophone which ontophanes.
> List!

I would like to be on this lits.



> Wheatstone's magic lyer. They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening
> for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord shall
> be theirs for ollaves.
>
> Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence: hence, cool at ebb,
> they requiesce.
>
> Countlessness of livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as
> flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of whirlworlds.
>
> Despond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup them all. This
> ourth of years is not save brickdust and being humus the same roturns.
>
> News, news, all the news.
>
> Big earwigs on the green,
> The largest you ever seen.
>
> Words weigh no more to him than raindrips to Rethfernhim. Which we
> all like. Rain. When we sleep. Drops. But wait until our sleeping.
>
> Let us leave theories there and return to here's here.
>
> The war is in words and the wood is the world.
>
> We, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have hanged our
> hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, by the waters of
> babalong.
>
> Well, almost any photoist worth his chemicots will tip anyone asking
> him the teaser that if a negative of a horse happens to melt enough
> while drying, well, what you do get is, well, a positively grotesquely
> distorted macromass of all sorts of horsehappy values and masses of
> meltwhile horse. Tip.
>
> You is feeling like you was lost in the bush, boy? You say: It is a
> puling sample jungle of woods. You most shouts out: Bethicket me for
> a stump of a beech if I have the poultriest notions what the farest he
> all means.
>
> These paper wounds, four in type, were gradually and correctly
> understood to mean stop, please stop, do please stop and O do please
> stop respectively.
>
> Funny spot to have a fingey! I'm terribly sorry, I swear to you I am!
>
> Codling, snakelet, iciclist! My diaper has more life to it!
>
> I'll plant them a poser for their nomanclatter.
>
> Nuvoletta in her lightdress, spunn of sisteen shimmers, was alone.
> All her nubied companions were asleeping with the squirrels.
>
> Can't hear with the waters of. The chittering waters of. Flittering
> bats, fieldmice bawk talk. Ho! Are you not gone ahome?
>
> Night now! Tell me, tell me, tell me, elm! Night night! Telmetale
> of stem or stone. Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering
> waters of. Night!
>
> IMAGINABLE ITINERARY THROUGH THE PARTICULAR UNIVERSAL.
>
> _Mars speaking._
>
> _Rockaby, babel, flatten a wall._
>
> Strike the day off, the nightcap's on nigh. Goney, goney gone!
>
> I've lost the place, where was I?
>
> _The abnihilisation of the etym by the grisning of the grosning of the
> grinder of the grunder of the first lord of Hurtreford expolodotonates
> through Parsuralia with an ivanmorinthorrorumble fragoromboasssity
> amidwhiches general uttermosts confussion are perceivable moletons
> skaping with mulicules._
>
> _Three quarks for Muster Mark!_
>
> A dream of favours, a favourable dream. They know how they believe
> that they believe that they know.
>
> Rest your voice! Feed your mind!
>
> The silent cock shall crow at last. The west shall shake the east
> awake. Walk while you have the night for morn, lightbreakfastbringer,
> morroweth whereon every past shall full fost sleep. Amain.
>
> What was thaas? Fog was whaas? Too mult sleepth. Let sleepth.
>
> A hand from a cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded.
>
> You're as paint and spickspan as a rainbow.
>
> What has gone? How it ends?
> Begin to forget it. It will remember itself from every sides, with
> all gestures, in each our word. Today's truth, tomorrow's trend.
> Forget, remember!
>
> Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am leafy speafing. Lpf! Folty and folty
> all the nights have falled on to long myhair. Not a sound, falling.
> Lispn! No wind no word. Only a leaf, just a leaf and then leaves.
> The woods are fond always. As were we their babes in. And robins in
> crews so.
>
> I've lapped so long. As you said. It fair takes. If I lose my
> breath for a minute or two don't speak, remember! Once it happened,
> so it may again. Why I'm all these years within years in soffran,
> allbeleaved. To hide away the tear, the parted. It's thinking of
> all. The brave that gave their. The fair that wore. All them that's
> gunne. I'll begin again in a jiffey. The nik of a nad. How glad
> you'll be I waked you!
>
> My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud. In peace and
> silence. I could have stayed up there for always only.
>
> It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain
> now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes.
>
> I am passing out. O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up.
> They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's
> sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father.
>
> Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings
> still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this
> morning, ours.
>
> We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls.
> Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us, then. Finn, again! Take.
> Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to.
> Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the
>
> [Paris, 1922-1939]
>
> [Note the last sentence of the book breaks off, and its last half is
> the first sentence of the book, in, as it says, "recirculation".]
>
> --
> tinmimu... RemoveThis @hotmail.com
>
> smeeter 11 or maybe 12
>
> mp 10
>
> mhm 29x13
>
> Like _Hamlet_, sort of, but funnier.
>
> < Mae West on her play _Diamond Lil_

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