In memory of E.
" If I had known that the end of the tunnel was also the entrance, would not have made the whole trip."
R. Devos., Quoted by J. Allouch
When They Were freudened ... yung and Easily.
out there say that literature should psychoanalysis the work of James Joyce (1882-1941). Not sure but, if so, no other Irish author's book Finnegans Wake as (1939) sound more high-and page by page, "the voice of that debt. Apparently, Joyce freudeneaba from young (not without disgust, Lacan would later say) and can say that his work is a book season, if not Freudian, or afreudeneado.
"A scene at sight. Or dreamoneire. Wich They Shall MemoRise. By her freewritten. Hopely annalykeses for ear That if for eye scars That sumns. (280)
know that in the bookshelves of Joyce in Trieste (birthplace of psychoanalysis in Italy, by the way) lay copies of The Interpretation of Dreams the Psychopathology of everyday life and the book Freud's Witz , their canonical texts, as they say, about the unconscious. But if asked about his relationship with Freud, Joyce liked to say Freud means "joy" in German, English as Joyce. To respond that way, for the writer Ricardo Piglia, Joyce said in some form: "I'm doing the same as Freud." I do not know. But it is true that, as "extreme experience of literature" - Finnegans Wake "is built largely on the formal structure can be inferred from a creative reading of Freud's work: a reading that does not care in the topic but how they develop certain ways, certain forms, certain buildings. "
"And now upright and add them! And plays Be honest! And pullit Into your self, as on manowoman do Another! Candidately, everybody! A mot for amos. Comong, meng, and douh! There Was this, wellyoumaycallher. (396)
"Let Be Orlog thor, Let Be Pauline Irene. Let you be Beeton. And let me be Los Angeles. Now your lenght mesure. Estimate Now my capacity. Well, sour? Is this space of Our couple of hours too dimensional for you, timer? Will You Give you up? How? Fort it? " (154)
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In Finnegans Wake words seem less far away from things, and I would even say, to the extent que escriben algo - se acercan a hacerse cosas."But boy, you did your strong nine furlong mile slick and lapstick in record time and at far fectched It Was deed in troth, champion docile, with your high bouncing gait of going and your feat of passage Will Be contested with and you-through you, for Centuries to come. phaynix The sun rose to smother historical sanks Erebia Before. " (473)
Therefore, although it has been called (to and from the right)" unreadable "is a book that, when read, ask the reader to read aloud. In addition to physical support for the writing, the materiality of the letter, Joycean word requested from the body through the breath, the enunciation of the word significant. In the language of the text (an Englishman, to say of Philippe Sollers, after the book makes such language no longer exists, ie making English a dead language; paradoxical mixture of drives, because it is really a organic tongue) the word is in constant tension to the body."Withr a clonk? Vartman! See you not soo the pfath they pfunded, oura vatars that arred in Himmal, harruad bathar namas, the gow, the stiar, the tiagara, the liofant, when even thurst was athar vetals, med trefoils slipped the sable rampant, hoof, hoof, hoof, hoof, papadopodopudupedding on fattafottafutt. Ere we are! Signifying, if tungs may tolkan, that primeval conditions gradually receded but nevertheless the emplacement of solid and fluid having to a great extent persisted through intermittences of sullemn fulminance, sollemn nuptialism, sallemn sepulture and providential divining, making possible and inevitable events, after a time has a historical tense haves and havenots hesitency, at the place and Socially Period under consideration for organic entity of a millenary military maritory morphological Monetary circumformation more or less in a state of equonomic Ecolube Settled equalobe equilab equlibrium. Gam on, Gearge! Nomorphemy for me! "(599)
Perhaps this is why Lacan said that "if Finnegans Wake is legible, it is not this the joy of who wrote it."
AquĆ en la voz del autor:"In the house of breathings lies that word, all fairness. The walls are of rubinnen and the glittergates of elfinbone. The roof herof is of massicious jasper and a canopy of Tyrian awning rises and still descends to it. A grape cluster of lights hangs therebeneath and all the house is filled with the breathings of her fairness, the fairness of fondance and the fairness of milk and rhubarb, and the fairness of roasted meats and uniomargrits and the fairness of promise with consonantia and avowals. There lies her word, you reader!" (249)
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