Saturday, April 3, 2010
Mind Factory, Its Give and Take
Finnegan's Wake turns the tables to reveal circus underneath, while suggesting truths, which could deflate powerful gray men and women puffed up to amazing proportions on serious issues and their quite possibly long lasting consequences. "While on the other hand, traduced by their comedy nominator..." "bringing alliving stone allaughing down to grave cloth nails...." 283, a few words happening during a mathematics lesson.
I'm not a literary scholar, or an expert on Joyce. Rather, I'm an average reader, who's read enough books to be able to appreciate the rich texture of one of the world's most unusual books.
The passage that got me started this morning: "THE MIND FACTORY, ITS GIVE AND TAKE." p. 282.
The above photo was taken from the passenger window during a car wash. The garage door opened. The car drove into a conveyor system of nozzles, brushes, soap suds and water, such a variety of events in such a short time. A Lohbado philosopher might ask, what happened to the dirty car? The clean car emerging from the car wash, was it the same car that drove in dirty? Can the car be two distinct objects: a clean car and a dirty car? Can one thing be two? The transworld identity discussion hasn't been resolved. This no laughing matter pokes holes in my sense of reality, not to mention the non-stop action of going through the car wash. It was like being in a digitally produced horror movie, with so many special effects happening all at once, like spilling a box of sugar puffs all over the table and then pouring milk on it.