Happy B.......day!
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izmeinaBugger
Iz thinks Bloomsbury Day is a much better idea. But not 16 June. Iz thinks that 31 July is the perfect opportunity to pass on the gorgonzola and instead munch piles of chocolate frogs and cockroach clusters washed down with pumpkin juice while reading out loud
"Mr and Mrs Dursley of Number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal. Thank you very much......"
PS Six hours later and Izzie did not really expect to get through the day without hearing at least one Dubliner reading some chapter from the book of the Century. Iz is definitely of the opinion that some books are supposed to be read in silence and some to be read out loud and listened to and Ulysses is definitely the latter.
In fact, it wasn't until Izzie seen Derek Jakobi in action as Hamlet and Paul Celan reading his ubercreepy poem "Todesfugue" that the Iz realized just how much of good literature is being simply RUINED by being read in silence and torn to shreds by arty farty coffee table chardonnay sipping sorts.
Today's instalment was the chapter where Stephen with the unspellable Greek name and Leopold Bloom go out to look at the stars. If the Internet had not been invented oh so long ago - Iz would have been convinced it was a clear cut case of 'copy and paste' But then we got to the nocturnal visits to the rest rooms. "Organs of micturation!!!" Now talk about taking the piss. Iz got such a case of the giggly fits. Must try that as a pick up line "Good evening sir. Allow me to admire your magnificent organ of micturation"
Well - that's Izzie's education for the day. Iz must do a google of "Finnegan's Wake" to see if he also grabbed "Poncillanimous" first or if it's a real Izzie invention.
Bloomsday
Iz thinks Bloomsbury Day is a much better idea. But not 16 June. Iz thinks that 31 July is the perfect opportunity to pass on the gorgonzola and instead munch piles of chocolate frogs and cockroach clusters washed down with pumpkin juice while reading out loud
"Mr and Mrs Dursley of Number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal. Thank you very much......"
PS Six hours later and Izzie did not really expect to get through the day without hearing at least one Dubliner reading some chapter from the book of the Century. Iz is definitely of the opinion that some books are supposed to be read in silence and some to be read out loud and listened to and Ulysses is definitely the latter.
In fact, it wasn't until Izzie seen Derek Jakobi in action as Hamlet and Paul Celan reading his ubercreepy poem "Todesfugue" that the Iz realized just how much of good literature is being simply RUINED by being read in silence and torn to shreds by arty farty coffee table chardonnay sipping sorts.
Today's instalment was the chapter where Stephen with the unspellable Greek name and Leopold Bloom go out to look at the stars. If the Internet had not been invented oh so long ago - Iz would have been convinced it was a clear cut case of 'copy and paste' But then we got to the nocturnal visits to the rest rooms. "Organs of micturation!!!" Now talk about taking the piss. Iz got such a case of the giggly fits. Must try that as a pick up line "Good evening sir. Allow me to admire your magnificent organ of micturation"
Well - that's Izzie's education for the day. Iz must do a google of "Finnegan's Wake" to see if he also grabbed "Poncillanimous" first or if it's a real Izzie invention.
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Date: 2004-06-18 07:57 am (UTC)