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Une Dame de Lettres. James Joyce: Giacomo Joyce. Die Neuübersetzung (37).

She says that, had The Portrait of the Artist been frank only for frankness‘ sake, she would have asked why I had given it to her to read. O you would, would you? A lady of letters.

_{>>>> Giacomo Joyce 38}
_{Giacomo Joyce 36 <<<<}
_{Editorial <<<<}

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Tirilieren vor Seligkeit. James Joyce: Giacomo Joyce. Die Neuübersetzung (36).

Once more in her chair by the window, happy words on her tongue, happy laughter. A bird twittering after storm, happy that its little foolish life has fluttered out of reach of the clutching fingers of an epileptic lord and giver of live, twittering happily, twittering and chirping happy.

_{>>>> Giacomo Joyce 37}
_{Giacomo Joyce 35 <<<<}
_{Editorial <<<<}

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Operiert. James Joyce: Giacomo Joyce. Die Neuübersetzung (35)

Operated. The surgeon‘s knife has probed in her entrails and withdrawn, leaving the raw jagged gash of its passage on her belly. I see her full dark suffering eyes, beautiful as the eyes of an antilope. O cruel wound! Libidinous God!

_{>>>> Giacomo Joyce 26}
_{Giacomo Joyce 34 <<<<}
_{Editorial <<<<}

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Hell's Luck. James Joyce: Giacomo Joyce. Die Neuübersetzung (34)

The housemaid tells me that they had to take her away at once to the hospital, poveretta, that she suffered so much, so much, poveretta, that it is very grave …... I walk away from the empty house. I feel that I am about to cry. Ah, no! It will not be like that, in a moment, without a word, without a look. No, no! Surely hell‘s luck will not fail me!

_{>>>> Giacomo Joyce 35}
_{Giacomo Joyce 33 <<<<}
_{Editorial <<<<}

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Von André Bazin. Für den Giacomo Joyce. Die Neuübersetzung (33).

Nebenbei bemerkt: indem Renoir sich vom Buchstaben der Stevensonschen Erzählung löste, gelang ihm wieder einmal eine Verfilmung, die dem Geist des Schriftstellers näher ist als jede andere.
_{André Bazin: >>>> Jean Renoir (1974).}

_{>>>> Giacomo Joyce 34}
_{Giacomo Joyce 32 <<<<}
_{Editorial <<<<}

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She Walks before Me. James Joyce: Giacomo Joyce. Die Neuübersetzung (32).

She walks before me along the corridor and as she walks a dark coil of her hair slowly uncoils and falls. Slowly uncoiling, falling hair. She does not know and walks before me, simple and proud. So did she walk by Dante in simple pride and so, stainless of blood and violation, the daughter of Cenci, Beatrice, to her death:
......................................... Tie
My girdle for me and bind up this hair
In any simple knot.

_{>>>> Giacomo Joyce 33}
_{Giacomo Joyce 31 <<<<}
_{Editorial <<<<}

albannikolaiherbst - Dienstag, 18. September 2012, 11:26- Rubrik: GIACOMO.JOYCE

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I Expound Shakespeare. James Joyce: Giacomo Joyce. Die Neuübersetzung (31).

I expound Shakespeare to the docile Trieste: Hamlet, quoth I, who is most courteous to gentle and simple is rude only to Polonius. Perhaps, an embittered idealist, he can see in the parents of his beloved only grotesque attempts an the part of nature to produce her image …........ Marked you that?

_{>>>> Giacomo Joyce 32}
_{Giacomo Joyce 30 <<<<}
_{Editorial <<<<}

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A Spring Morning at Paris. James Joyce: Giacomo Joyce. Die Neuübersetzung (30).

In the raw veiled spring morning faint odours float of morning Paris: aniseed, damp sawdust, hot dough of bread: and as I cross the Pont Saint Michel the steelblue waking waters chill my heart. They creep and lap about the island whereon men have lived since the stone age ….. Tawny gloom in the vast gargoyled church. It is cold as on that morning: quia frigus erat. Upon the steps of the far high altar, naked as the body of the Lord, the ministers lie prostrate in weak prayer. The voice of an unseen reader rises, intoning the lesson from Hosea. Haec dicit Dominus: in tribulatione sua mane consurgent ad me. Venite et revertamur ad Dominum …... She stands beside me, pale and chill, clothed with the shadows of the sindark nave, her thin elbow at my arm. Her flesh recalls the thrill of that raw mistveiled morning, hurrying torches, cruel eyes. Her soul is sorrowful, trembles and would weep. Weep not for me, O daughter of Jerusalem!

_{>>>> Giacomo Joyce 31}
_{Giacomo Joyce 29 <<<<}
_{Editorial <<<<}

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I play lightly. James Joyce: Giacomo Joyce. Die Neuübersetzung (29).

I play lightly, softly singing, John Dowland‘s languid song. Loth to depart: I too am loth to go. That age is here and know. Here, opening from the darkness of desire, are eyes that dim the breaking East, their shimmer the shimmer of the scum that mantles the cesspool of the court of slobbering James. Here are wines all ambered, dying fallings of sweet airs, the proud pavan, kind gentlewomen wooing from their balconies with sucking mouths, the poxfouled wenches and young wives that, haily yielding to their ravishers, clip and clip again.

_{>>>> Giacomo Joyce 30}
_{Giacomo Joyce 28 <<<<}
_{Editorial <<<<}

albannikolaiherbst - Samstag, 15. September 2012, 11:00- Rubrik: GIACOMO.JOYCE

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A skirt caught back. James Joyce: Giacomo Joyce. Die Neuübersetzung (28).

A skirt caught back by her sudden moving knee; a white lace edging of an underskirt lifted unduly; a leg-stretched web of stocking. Si pol?

_{>>>> Giacomo Joyce 29}
_{Giacomo Joyce 27 <<<<}
_{Editorial <<<<}

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