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Signs of the Times
The previous post, together with the New York Times Wire and the
life in Trieste of the James Joyce family, suggests a review of …
1. Lucia + Crossword in this journal
2. The following Times items —
Discuss.
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Thursday, July 15, 2004
Thursday July 15, 2004
In memory of
Frances Hansen,
cruciverbalist extraordinaire:
The first crossword puzzle —
For related commentary on
telepathic interplay, see an
entry for Aug. 29, 2002.
For related material on
intersecting word patterns
and telepathic interplay,
see The Demolished Man,
by Alfred Bester, and
We Are The Key,
a Log24 entry for
St. Lucia’s Day, 2003.
Here is an illustration of what might
be called, as in the above puzzle, a
“ten miles pit,” from Forbidden Planet,
a classic film, based on
Shakespeare’s The Tempest,
discussed in the 8/29/02 entry.
A quotation that somehow
seems relevant:
|
O the mind, mind has mountains, |
Frances Hansen died on Friday, July 9. For more on words and The Roots of Coincidence (the subject of the previous entry), see the entries of July 8-10.
Saturday, December 13, 2003
Saturday December 13, 2003
We Are the Key:
The Shining of December 13
For James and Lucia Joyce
In the Orbit of Genius —
TIME, Dec. 1, 2003:
"Once, when her mother asked if Joyce should visit her in the sanatorium, Lucia said, 'Tell him I am a crossword puzzle, and if he does not mind seeing a crossword puzzle, he is to come out.' "
Compare and contrast
with Finnegans Wake
From Roger Zelazny's Eye of Cat:
"A massive, jaguarlike form with a single, gleaming eye landed on the vehicle's hood forward and to the front. It was visible for but an instant, and then it sprang away. The car tipped, its air cushion awry, and it was already turning onto its side before he left the trail. He fought with the wheel and the attitude control, already knowing that it was too late. There came a strong shock accompanied by a crunching noise, and he felt himself thrown forward.
DEADLY, DEADLY, DEADLY…
Kaleidoscope turning… Shifting pattern within unalterable structure… Was it a mistake? There is pain with the power… Time's friction at the edges… Center loosens, forms again elsewhere… Unalterable? But – Turn outward. Here songs of self erode the will till actions lie stillborn upon night's counterpane. But – Again the movement… Will it hold beyond a catch of moment? To fragment… Not kaleidoscope. No center. But again… To form it will. To will it form. Structure… Pain… Deadly, deadly… And lovely. Like a sleek, small dog… A plastic statue… The notes of an organ, the first slug of gin on an empty stomach… We settle again, farther than ever before… Center. The light!… It is difficult being a god. The pain. The beauty. The terror of selfless – Act! Yes. Center, center, center… Here? Deadly…
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We are the key."
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