quarta-feira, 6 de março de 2013

Décimo encontro (07/03)


P. 593

    Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas!
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    Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrec-
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tion! Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O
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rally! Phlenxty, O rally! To what lifelike thyne of the bird can
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be. Seek you somany matters. Haze sea east to Osseania. Here!
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Here! Tass, Patt, Staff, Woff, Havv, Bluvv and Rutter. The smog
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is lofting. And already the olduman's olduman has godden up on
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othertimes to litanate the bonnamours. Sonne feine, somme
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feehn avaunt! Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers' aube?
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Thane yaars agon we have used yoors up since when we have
fused now orther. Calling all daynes. Calling all daynes to dawn.
The old breeding bradsted culminwillth of natures to Foyn Mac-
Hooligan. The leader, the leader! Securest jubilends albas Te-
moram. Clogan slogan. Quake up, dim dusky, wook doom for
husky! And let Billey Feghin be baallad out of his humuluation.
Confindention to churchen. We have highest gratifications in
announcing to pewtewr publikumst of pratician pratyusers, gen-
ghis is ghoon for you.
    A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded.
    The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls
that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carry-
ing of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle
up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld
of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh.

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    Muta: So that when we shall have acquired unification we
shall pass on to diversity and when we shall have passed on to
diversity we shall have acquired the instinct of combat and when
we shall have acquired the instinct of combat we shall pass back to
the spirit of appeasement?
    Juva: By the light of the bright reason which daysends to us
from the high.
    Muta: May I borrow that hordwanderbaffle from you, old
rubberskin?
    Juva: Here it is and I hope it's your wormingpen, Erinmonker!
    Shoot.


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    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!
    Have we cherished expectations? Are we for liberty of peru-
siveness? Whyafter what forewhere? A plainplanned liffeyism
assemblements Eblania's conglomerate horde. By dim delty Deva.
    Forget!
    Our wholemole millwheeling vicociclometer, a tetradoma-
tional gazebocroticon (the "Mamma Lujah" known to every
schoolboy scandaller, be he Matty, Marky, Lukey or John-a-
Donk), autokinatonetically preprovided with a clappercoupling
smeltingworks exprogressive process, (for the farmer, his son and
their homely codes, known as eggburst, eggblend, eggburial and
hatch-as-hatch can) receives through a portal vein the dialytically
separated elements of precedent decomposition for the verypet-
purpose of subsequent recombination so that the heroticisms,
catastrophes and eccentricities transmitted by the ancient legacy


P. 615

of the past; type by tope, letter from litter, word at ward, with
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sendence of sundance, since the days of Plooney and Colum-
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cellas when Giacinta, Pervenche and Margaret swayed over the
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all-too-ghoulish and illyrical and innumantic in our mutter nation,
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all, anastomosically assimilated and preteridentified paraidioti-
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cally, in fact, the sameold gamebold adomic structure of our
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Finnius the old One, as highly charged with electrons as hophaz-
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ards can effective it, may be there for you, Cockalooralooraloo-
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menos, when cup, platter and pot come piping hot, as sure as
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herself pits hen to paper and there's scribings scrawled on eggs.
    Of cause, so! And in effect, as?
    Dear. And we go on to Dirtdump. Reverend. May we add
majesty? Well, we have frankly enjoyed more than anything
these secret workings of natures (thanks ever for it, we humbly
pray) and, well, was really so denighted of this lights time.
Mucksrats which bring up about uhrweckers they will come to
know good. Yon clouds will soon disappear looking forwards
at a fine day. The honourable Master Sarmon they should be


P. 619

    Well, we simply like their demb cheeks, the Rathgarries,
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wagging here about around the rhythms in me amphybed and he
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being as bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty
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damp. Certified reformed peoples, we may add to this stage, are
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proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. Here gives your
answer, pigs and scuts! Hence we've lived in two worlds. He is
another he what stays under the himp of holth. The herewaker
of our hamefame is his real namesame who will get himself up
and erect, confident and heroic when but, young as of old, for my
daily comfreshenall, a wee one woos.
    Alma Luvia, Pollabella.
P.S. Soldier Rollo's sweetheart. And she's about fetted up now
with nonsery reams. And rigs out in regal rooms with the ritzies.
Rags! Worns out. But she's still her deckhuman amber too.
    Soft morning, city! Lsp! I am leafy speafing. Lpf! Folty and
folty all the nights have falled on to long my hair. 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. It is for me goolden wending.
Unless? Away! Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so
long! Or is it only so mesleems? On your pondered palm.
Reclined from cape to pede. With pipe on bowl. Terce for a
fiddler, sixt for makmerriers, none for a Cole. Rise up now and
aruse! Norvena's over. I am leafy, your goolden, so you called
me, may me life, yea your goolden, silve me solve, exsogerraider!
You did so drool. I was so sharm. But there's a great poet in you
too. Stout Stokes would take you offly. So has he as bored me
to slump. But am good and rested. Taks to you, toddy, tan ye!
Yawhawaw. Helpunto min, helpas vin. Here is your shirt, the day
one, come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues.
A comforter as well. And here your iverol and everthelest your


P. 620
  
umbr. And stand up tall! Straight. I want to see you looking fine
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for me. With your brandnew big green belt and all. Blooming in
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P. 626

looked it! My lips went livid for from the joy of fear. Like almost
now. How? How you said how you'd give me the keys of me
heart. And we'd be married till delth to uspart. And though dev
do espart. O mine! Only, no, now it's me who's got to give. As
duv herself div. Inn this linn. And can it be it's nnow fforvell?
Illas! I wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this bay-
light's growing. But you're changing, acoolsha, you're changing
from me, I can feel. Or is it me is? I'm getting mixed. Brightening


P. 627
  
up and tightening down. Yes, you're changing, sonhusband, and
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you're turning, I can feel you, for a daughterwife from the hills
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again. Imlamaya. And she is coming. Swimming in my hindmoist.
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Diveltaking on me tail. Just a whisk brisk sly spry spink spank
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sprint of a thing theresomere, saultering. Saltarella come to her
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own. I pity your oldself I was used to. Now a younger's there.
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Try not to part! Be happy, dear ones! May I be wrong! For she'll
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be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me
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mother. My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud.
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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. Anyway let her
rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Think-
ing always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and
is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of
the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now
they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little
warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the
greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy
leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me
letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought
you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only
a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in
glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort
out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and
bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild
dances in all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, alla-
niuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia,
when she would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird,
haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For
'tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of
our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed
of your name! But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe.
Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. 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


P. 628
  
sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad
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father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere
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size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me
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seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them
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rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo
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moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me.
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All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff!
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So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you
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done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now
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under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink
I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes,
tid. There's where. First. 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 thous-
endsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a
long the

quarta-feira, 27 de fevereiro de 2013

Nono encontro (28/02)



P. 351

And, by Jova, I never went wrong nor let him doom till, risky
wark rasky wolk, at the head of the wake, up come stumblebum


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(ye olde cottemptable!), his urssian gemenal, in his scutt's rudes
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unreformed and he went before him in that nemcon enchelonce
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with the same old domstoole story and his upleave the fallener
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as is greatly to be petted (whitesides do his beard!) and I seen his
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brichashert offensive and his boortholomas vadnhammaggs vise
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a vise them scharlot runners and how they gave love to him
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and how he took the ward from us (odious the fly fly flurtation
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of his him and hers! Just mairmaid maddeling it was it he was!)
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and, my oreland for a rolvever, sord, by the splunthers of colt
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and bung goes the enemay the Percy rally got me, messgèr, (as
true as theirs an Almagnian Gothabobus!) to blow the grand off
his aceupper. Thistake it's meest! And after meath the dulwich.
We insurrectioned and, be the procuratress of the hory synnotts,
before he could tell pullyirragun to parrylewis, I shuttm, missus,
like a wide sleever! Hump to dump! Tumbleheaver!
    TAFF (camelsensing that sonce they have given bron a nuhlan
the volkar boastsung is heading to sea vermelhion but too wellbred
not the ignore the umzemlianess of his rifal's preceedings, in an effort
towards autosotorisation, effaces himself in favour of the idiology
alwise behounding his lumpy hump off homosodalism which means
that if he has lain amain to lolly his liking-cabronne! - he may pops
lilly a young one to his herth - combrune -) Oholy rasher, I'm be-
liever! And Oho bullyclaver of ye, bragadore-gunneral! The
grand ohold spider! It is a name to call to him Umsturdum Vonn!
Ah, you were shutter reshottus and sieger besieged. Aha race of
fiercemarchands counterination oho of shorpshoopers.
    BUTT (miraculising into the Dann Deafir warcry, his bigotes
bristling, as, jittinju triggity shittery pet, he shouts his thump and
feeh fauh foul finngures up the heighohs of their ahs!) Bluddy-
muddymuzzle! The buckbeshottered! He'll umbozzle no more
graves nor home no haunder, lou garou, for gayl geselles in
dead men's hills! Kaptan (backsights to his bared!), His Cum-
bulent Embulence, the frustate fourstar Russkakruscam, Dom
Allah O'Khorwan, connundurumchuff.
    TAFF (who, asbestas can, wiz the healps of gosh and his bluzzid
maikar, has been sulphuring to himsalves all the pungataries


P. 353

of sin praktice in failing to furrow theogonies of the dommed).
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Trisseme, the mangoat! And the name of the Most Marsiful,
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the Aweghost, the Gragious one! In sobber sooth and in souber
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civiles? And to the dirtiment of the curtailment of his all of man?
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Notshoh?
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    BUTT (maomant scoffin, but apoxyomenously deturbaned but
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thems bleachin banes will be after making a bashman's haloday out
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of the euphorious hagiohygiecynicism of his die and be diademmed).
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Yastsar! In sabre tooth and sobre saviles! Senonnevero! That
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he leaves nyet is my grafe. He deared me to it and he dared me
do it, and bedattle I didaredonit as Cocksnark of Killtork can
tell and Ussur Ursussen of the viktaurious onrush with all the
rattles in his arctic! As bold and as madhouse a bull in a meadows.
Knout Knittrick Kinkypeard! Olefoh, the sourd of foemoe
times! Unknun! For when meseemim, and tolfoklokken rolland
allover ourloud's lande, beheaving up that sob of tunf for to
claimhis, for to wollpimsolff, puddywhuck. Ay, and untuoning
his culothone in an exitous erseroyal Deo Jupto. At that instullt
to Igorladns! Prronto! I gave one dobblenotch and I ups with
my crozzier. Mirrdo! With my how on armer and hits leg an
arrow cockshock rockrogn. Sparro!
        [The abnihilisation of the etym by the grisning of the grosning
    of the grinder of the grunder of the first lord of Hurtreford ex-
    polodotonates through Parsuralia with an ivanmorinthorrorumble
    fragoromboassity amidwhiches general uttermosts confussion are
    perceivable moletons skaping with mulicules which coventry
    plumpkins fairlygosmotherthemselves in the Landaunelegants
    of Pinkadindy. Similar scenatas are projectilised from Hullulullu,
    Bawlawayo, empyreal Raum and mordern Atems. They were
    precisely the twelves of clocks, noon minutes, none seconds.
    At someseat of Oldanelang's Konguerrig, by dawnybreak in
    Aira.]
    TAFF (skimperskamper, his wools gatherings all over cromlin
what with the birstol boys artheynes and is it her tour and the
crackery of the fullfour fivefirearms and the crockery of their dam-


P. 354

dam domdom chumbers). Wharall thubulbs uptheaires! Shatta-
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movick?
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    BUTT (pulling alast stark daniel with alest doog at doorak while
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too greater than pardon painfully the issue of his mouth diminuen-
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doing, vility of vilities, he becomes, allasvitally, faint). Shurenoff!
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Like Faun MacGhoul!
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    BUTT and TAFF (desprot slave wager and foeman feodal un-
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sheckled, now one and the same person, their fight upheld to right
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for a wee while being baffled and tottered, umbraged by the shadow
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of Old Erssia's magisquammythical mulattomilitiaman, the living
by owning over the surfers of the glebe whose sway craven minnions
had caused to revile, as, too foul for hell, under boiling Mauses'
burning brand, he falls by Goll's gillie, but keenheartened by the
circuminsistence of the Parkes O'Rarelys in a hurdly gurdly Cicilian
concertone of their fonngeena barney brawl, shaken everybothy's
hands, while S. E. Morehampton makes leave to E. N. Sheil-
martin after Meetinghouse Lanigan has embaraced Vergemout
Hall, and, without falter or mormor or blathrehoot of sophsterliness,
pugnate thc pledge of fiannaship, dook to dook, with a commonturn
oudchd of fest man and best man astoutsalliesemoutioun palms it
off like commodity tokens against a cococancancacacanotioun).
When old the wormd was a gadden and Anthea first unfoiled her
limbs wanderloot was the way the wood wagged where opter
and apter were samuraised twimbs. They had their mutthering
ivies and their murdhering idies and their mouldhering iries in
that muskat grove but there'll be bright plinnyflowers in Calo-
mella's cool bowers when the magpyre's babble towers scorching
and screeching from the ravenindove. If thees lobed the sex of
his head and mees ates the seep of his traublers he's dancing
figgies to the spittle side and shoving outs the soord. And he'll
be buying buys and go gulling gells with his flossim and jessim
of carm, silk and honey while myandthys playing lancifer lucifug
and what's duff as a bettle for usses makes coy cosyn corollanes'
moues weeter to wee. So till butagain budly shoots thon rising
germinal let bodley chow the fatt of his anger and badley bide
the toil of his tubb.

P. 355


        [The pump and pipe pingers are ideally reconstituted. The
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    putther and bowls are peterpacked up. All the presents are deter-
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    mining as regards for the future the howabouts of their past
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    absences which they might see on at hearing could they once smell
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    of tastes from touch. To ought find a values for. The must over-
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    listingness. When ex what is ungiven. As ad where. Stillhead.
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    Blunk.]
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    Shutmup. And bud did down well right. And if he sung dumb
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in his glass darkly speech lit face to face on allaround.
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