Vocabulary Answers To Level C Unit 8

I'm too lazy to write, but still gives me more lazy to explain what I write. Given the numerous requests for me to explain a little, I set out to explain the first paragraph of the letter yesterday. If you do not have enough and I alfabetizais jodeis! That is the shame of saying I speak without saying anything, and nothing makes sense??

1. "Christian bastard Lucia"

Lucía Joyce nació como hija bastarda y hasta alcanzada ya la mayoría de edad no supo que sus padres no estaban casados. No había sido por tanto cristianizada tras su nacimiento. El impacto de la noticia en la psique de Lucía fue tal  que Joyce y Nora tuvieron que casarse inmediatamente para dar reparación a la afrenta cometida. Utilizo cristianada por ser la negación-deformación de cristianizada que contiene la palabra nada, que es lo que significó Lucía para todos, menos para mi (que la amo en la distancia). Cristianada se podría leer también Cristi a nada, osease a nada de Cristo, es decir, casi Cristo, pues por lo que sabemos también Cristo was a bastard (Was there marriage between Mary and God?) joined together in holiness and terrigenous via crucis with Lucia.

2. "In the Eye of the Padrón obfuscations"

So entered in the Register by civil ceremony. Register obfuscation is typical of an institution dedicated to enroll, register, denote, designate and avert what is indesign and immeasurable (as in the case of humans) with a joint sad Sound called name, which will have to answer for life and not just end up shaping your personality but it becomes your identity. Also, here is the superlativizado Padrón Father. The eye obfuscations James Joyce, father of Lucia, refer to progressive blindness. Blindness in a human sense and in a literal sense. Joyce was the fear of transmitting their lack of vision to their children, so called Lucia, so the name became a sort of talisman of light that move away the darkness of the eyes of her firstborn. Blindness in the human sense refers to the inability of Joyce to alight from their principles, hobbies, trickery or anti-Catholic bigotry characteristic of all ex-Jesuit, even to the entreaties of his close.

Before making bastards refuse to marry their children, Joyce had refused to pray for his dying mother before the desperate pleas of this. Even the iconoclastic anticlerical censored Joyce always such a lack of humanity (or vision of humanity) and the same Joyce was visited by the ghost of his sad mother on numerous occasions and remembered the sad event all his life with regret and guilt .

3. "Rebabatizada Asombrosalviaje"

Twice Joyce intervened in the appointment of his daughter. He chose his name and his nickname. The first time was guided by his fantasies and superstitions, the second by a desire to alter reality by linguistic games of which escaped even his own daughter. Did not have enough to decide his name once in response to their fears and superstitions, but had to give a second name: Amazing Wilde.

The Amazing Wild Castilian translation also contains a hidden paradógijos myriads of ways. I take the liberty of altering the English version of his name and designation Asombrosalviaje. In Asombrosalviaje find amazing wild as it was known at the Joyce family, and wild amazement that surprisingly fits the clinical description of manic-hebephrenic, it goes through phases of severe depression, catatonic (and you know the face of astonishment of the catatonic ... open mouth, eyes lost in the endless .. etc) and manic phases characterized by shares tips and wild. In Asombrosalviaje also find amazing journey, which is the best way to describe the journey into the depths of the mind of Lucia. The most surprising thing is that we find a cryptogram Also do: ambrosia or vejal.

not too surprising appearance of the name of the food of the gods of Olympus, expected thing while making the gods is eternal language, knowledge transfer their stocks and this was also the food of polígota Lucia. What thrill is that we vejal refers to one song that fits so well with Lucia Joyce.

"the brain and iron are based on your belly vejal, blind go unarmed shield our hearts will know defeat."

rebabatizada Lo is just wordplay joyciano to drool and baptism. In baptism, water as an element of purification and life named head wet as wet with drool joyce testa Lucia incestuous. Baba literally and figuratively. If the slime is a secretion of the language, so is the language somewhat, and consequently the ideas and even more ideas about language. So we are dealing with an incestuous father, kissing and a little slimy secretions also screwing noumenal of his tongue on the head of his daughter. ... Some say that James Joyce was so fascinated by lucia Lucia as the father, considered it a real shining light and kept encrypted communication with her in a secret language of multiple reads like what you read in the Finnegan's wake. Lucia was apparently overcome by own father in the domain of this secret language, but with a high personal cost: hebephrenia. When James Joyce told Jung that Lucia was able to get beyond what he was capable, Jung said: yes, except that in those waters in which you swim, it sinks.

I mention this later in "wherever she wins him nothing in brackish, as Jung asks." So Lucy was rebabatizada twice, she was given twice and in two ways a fictitious identity created by the fable of the father.

4. "On the affinity between the thimble and flatosa Estevanus hedge flower"

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Estevanus is a deformation of Stephan Dedalus, the protagonist of the portrait of artist as a young (alter ego of James Joyce) and hedge Flower is the name used to refer to james joyce nora barnacle. Lo flatosa what I add reference to those letters racy between the two in which Joyce, something coprophagous, mentions the delight of sound that are for farts that nora released during fornication. It seems that for every envestida Bardo, she let out a short fart sound. Thus the relationship between the parents are largely due to the torment of Lucia, who attached himself to Samuel Beckett Lucy never able to develop his own life story as part of a much better story itself: the legendary story of James Joyce and Nora Barnacle.

5. "Barnacle Joyce was born cross-eyed"

Lucia certainly was not born blind, but cross-eyed. Your inferiority complex strabismus will greatly troubled life his psyche and his ability to relate. The drama of squint is not simpel the aesthetic, not to tell when you talk to us a squint, often do not receive their interperlaciones response. The squint is not aware that the cause of our silence to him is the lack of empathy we feel at one with which it is visually impossible to cross his eyes, so that it becomes sensitive, introverted and self-absorbed, if not depression and schizoid.

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Lucia Joyce: The Artist's me!

C ristianada Lucia bastardy by the obfuscations of the Register and rebabatizada eye Asombrosalviaje affinity between the thimble of Estevanus and flower flatosa hedge Barnacle Joyce was born cross-eyed ... Love Patris, objective, subjective genitive ...

Lucia must have been really amazing by pandering to fear that it was dull Joyce voyeur and wild it is anyone who dance -dimensional, but the pseudonym Asombrosalviaje , with which his father gave him, also contains a nostalgic remembrance of travel sea of \u200b\u200bsalt , cryptogram arcane Ambroso also refers to the shadowy delicacy of the Olympic Gods. And here one imagines Joyce nurturing their offspring with the nectar that has robbed the eternal conspicuous, to seize upon the language and splitting the brain, brain, refund of Babel. Babel-Babet -Baptiste ... osease, baptized Babatizar-Babytizar ... ... Hebifrenia Habemus hubris: Disease teenager, perhaps the Babyzación of a soul. Porting of the artist as a young man, as a young dog. Actually the artist is the teen Asombrosalviaje, not boastful architect Jesuit casuistry blasphemous and bigoted father ... ... more Faustian than faunal ... and architect Linguere. Look! The Walrus.

- The walrus? Seal?

- No, the wall rush.

- as then? John Lennon referred to Joyce and not Carroll?

"Sure, there are also seals screaming GOO GOO joycianas G'JOOB, brown seals that fall from the walls ... the gold rush-rush-the wall walrus ... the gold rush fever of the wall, seal fever.

-Oh ya! seal brown Malachi Mulligan ... fat ... Yes, we're singing.

When Lennon sang, all together always sounded all to get there-all to get dark . Something like ... the whole world turns blind-the whole world becomes dark, which is what happens when Finnegan wall falls and dies by drinking, before being raised when given a drink, and on this wall find the point of convergence of the parallel eye of strabismic Lucia, which is where it intersects the perception and awareness -. The Finnegan's Wake is both wake and awake, is both funeral and wake. Finnegan dies and awakens the consciousness of the cosmos in its first day. The cosmos awake from the nightmare of history. Bob Dylan understands what he's talking Lennon and sends a message encrypted with Ballad of a tin man, but John does not stop with the song ... but you did not read Finnegan's? ... Just above ... I just ... well below below.

Lucia Joyce is because of three quarks for Muster Mark ? or is it the Three quark for Mister Mark ? Tree perhaps quark for Montse Mark ? or maybe the Joan of Arc Three Must quack for arch erm ... referring to a character who always tries not to be seen or known, perhaps not to be the rioveidele of incomprehension, the riverrruns vico acomodicio . It is this difficulty: the plethora of profusion and the teaching of crumbling, convince and uneasy ... or kill. It's like asking a haircut really just entertain you with the broken mirror of a servant, a good image of Irish art ... and why his works are comedies comodità comic-cosmic-bevel and readers vectors are -sectors, actors while critics citrus-Christic-cryptic ... and the writer become expectant audience -expectorant-expurgante ... Is this the great literary revolution Joyce. They say they laughed at his jokes to go on seeing developed flatulence comedy critics, dilettantes and pedantic. He himself was a pedant, in ways meditabajo cabizabundo and rectum: the straight path ... by way of the rectum.

In any case, it was the Holy Spirit who dictated the Finnegan's Wake by Lucia, but where it ends in anything she brackish, as Jung asks. It is the playfulness of Lucia and not James pen who frees the cognitive assessment. So Lucy screams "I am the artist." Clear that it admitted to a psychiatric Beckett saying that the contest is dead, but rather than later butterflies in stomachs of others ... at least when he crossed the border, he was not alone.

I am not saying this because the advent hebephrenia Lucia Nijinsky remind me, not because the choreography imagine a tense of these other two-dimensional, but because I know that was the email of spellings tight Bardo sent to James. Well ... crap not invited to the party What party? ... The organizing this!

To desencasillarme had experienced in their own flesh the drama of Lucia. And the father of the royal beating. After this adventure I ask myself what happened that bears no blame? I note that the whole thing has been evacuated, the body is like a paring, it feels like falling shell. What Host tells us this scene? We have witnessed a singular mass where the bread of life is sacred and is transubstantiation. The ordinary is the Homeric material and time, rhythm and flow of a day where life is concentrated restatement. Indicates not only what you ask but that you ask, the join of the synthesis ... scissors! That is the vision that ineluctablementa the modality of the visible ... and cause of the precipitous Finnegan dethroned from the stubborn wall that justifinculca in public one on one with no response ... and that one day you too can start the phone from the wall and scream Strabismus: The I am an artist!

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The music is inseparable from the territory which it builds, and we say colloquially that "we identify" with this or that song. This territory, threatened constantly, is maintained through a small repetition ensures that at the time of its effectuation, territorial consistency. There is no existence without territory, and by the way, the Territory is to sketch and draw the how of it.

There are certain musical expressiveness deploy our existence beyond the limits we thought impassable beyond vehiculantes moralizing and production of capitalistic subjectivity. Enter then, in connection, incredible virtual universes, the whole cosmos in our body, to discuss a curious silence sidereal, a cosmic musical, or a specialty hiperdilatada.

Conversely, not opposite-music becomes inspiration but not an ally of philosophy. Well, what great philosopher has made his philosophy, music? What great philosopher did not include the music inside, but appropriate, their concepts? The musicality of the philosopher is, by far, the virtue of the deployment of feeling. Those who have not included la música, o que no se han incluido con ella, en fin, sabemos que han hecho de todo menos filosofía.

De cualquier manera, hay un rechazo hacia la música que no esté acompañada por la voz. Acaso Ligeti,  Stockhausen y Boulez hayan sido capaces de liberar la voz de un conjunto de discursos “significadores” que la aprisionaban. Se da, decimos, una incapacidad de ver territorios en la música, y bien es cierto que aquélla nos invade y solemos dedicarnos a escuchar otras Disposiciones que “nos digan algo”. Puede que hayamos perdido el oído, o quedado sordos. Aun así, sacaremos algo positivo de todo esto: En un momento de saturación vocal, dentro de aquello called music scene, there is always an explosion and implosion of subjectivity that opens, ipso facto, towards promoting creation singularities, no denying the occasional pre capitalistically mold (so as not to fall into that abyss of undifferentiated). Such is the case of groups or factions as Sigur Rós, Explosions in the Sky, Mono, etc..

snob is frankly stupid and described as good or bad, or openly refuse to accept a music based on the number of listeners and the "class" of them. Only say: "the music was not for us but us." When we talk music, we say two elements absolutely necessary for itself to be meaningful and heartfelt: The existential territory and the Universes of Reference. Take an example of the latter. Gender (but not too much we satisfy this word] of post-rock enabled a creative edge, which led (as might have resulted in "something else") to space-rock or vice versa. And post-rock or space- also come from a rock edge (kingdom, family) who provided their own generation. Of course, the edge is not, by itself, guarantee of any building, since it has to be in contact with streams, which in turn contact in and existential territories, etc.

ask why can not we bring the philosophy of music (in case you have done) but what can bring music to philosophy. We say: Affects, emotions, and more affection. Modulations and variations in feeling, in the body, new provisions from which they build and create. It is clear that not everything that is built is input, positive or liberating. But this venture is an element with which we walk, knowing and working. Otherwise, we fall into complacency by security issue, or an apathetic comfort that is difficult once give up time to start playing, and in parallel, to listen.