Archiv der Kategorie: GIACOMO.JOYCE

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 <<<<

She listens: virgin most prudent. >>>> Giacomo Joyce 28 Giacomo Joyce 26 <<<< Editorial <<<<

She thinks the Italian gentlemen were right to haul Ettore Albini, the critic of the Secolo, from the stalls because he did not stand up when the band played the Royal March. She heard that at supper. Ay. They love … Weiterlesen →

The sellers offer on their altars the first fruits: green-flecked lemons, jewelled cherries, shameful peaches with torn leaves. The carriage passes through the lane of canvas stalls, its wheel-spokes spinning in the glare. Make away! Her father and his son … Weiterlesen →

The lady goes apace, apace, apace ….. Pure air on the upland road. Trieste is walking rawly: raw sunlight over its huttled browntiled roofs, testudoform; a multitude of prostrate bugs await a national deliverance. Belluomo rises from the bed of … Weiterlesen →

Great bows on her slim bronze shoes: spurs of a pampered fowl. >>>> Giacomo Joyce 24 Giacomo Joyce 22 <<<< Editorial <<<<

>>>> Parallalie an ANH:bin noch am austarieren, werd‘ mich dann aber doch entscheiden müssen. machen wir’s so: wer zuerst kommt, malt zuerste. >>>> Oegyrs und Deine einlassungen habe ich gelesen. dagegen spricht nichts, auch nichts gegen Deinen schlusskommentar. jedenfalls braucht … Weiterlesen →

Small witless helpless and thin breath. Bud bend and hear: a voice. A sparrow under the wheels of Jaggernaut, shaking shaker of the earth. Please, mister God, big mister God! Goodbye, big world! ……. Aber das ist eine Schweinerei! >>>> … Weiterlesen →

She raises her arms in an effort to hook at the nape of her neck a gown of black veiling. She cannot: no, she cannot. She moves backwards towards me mutely. I raise my arms to help her: her arms … Weiterlesen →

Corpses of jews lie about me rotting in the mould of their holy fields. Here is the tomb of their people, black stone, silence without hope ….. Pimply Meissel brought me here. He ist beyond those trees standing with covered … Weiterlesen →

A gentle creature. At midnight, after music, all the way up the via San Michele, these words were spoken softly. Easy now, Jamesy! Did you never walk the streets of Dublin at night sobbing another name? >>>> Giacomo Joyce 19 … Weiterlesen →

Moving mists on the hill as I look upward from night and mud. Hanging mists over the damp trees. A light in the upper room. She is dressing to got to the play. There are ghosts in the mirror ….. … Weiterlesen →

>>>> Dort im Arbeitsjournal (um 4.45 Uhr). >>>> Giacomo Joyce 17 Giacomo Joyce 15 <<<< Editorial <<<<

Long lewdly leering lips: dark-blooded molluscs >>>> Giacomo Joyce 16 Giacomo Joyce 14 <<<< Editorial <<<<

This heart is sore and sad. Crossed in love? >>>> Giacomo Joyce 15 Giacomo Joyce 13 <<<< Editorial <<<<