All of asprawl he was laying too amengst the poppies and, I can tell you something more than that, drear writer, profoundly as you may bedeave to it, he was oscasleep asleep. And it was far more similar to a satrap he lay … [Continuar leyendo]
33º JORNADAS JAMES JOYCE. ENSAMBLAJES MODERNISTAS AYER Y HOY. Reseña de Marta Camacho en UN PLIEGO DE PAPEL
33º JORNADAS JAMES JOYCE. ENSAMBLAJES MODERNISTAS AYER Y HOY Recientemente tuve el enorme placer de poder asistir a las 33º Jornadas James Joyce, un encuentro anual organizado por la Asociación Española de James Joyce para promover y divulgar … [Continuar leyendo]
476. 13-19 Pero si el muerto es Shaun, aka Yawn!
And a crack quat- youare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons and psy- chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons, spites and clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was the odd trick of the … [Continuar leyendo]
476.08-13 Bu eyes lo ven bien
The buckos beyond on the lea, then stopped wheresoever they found their standings and that way they set ward about him, doing obedience, nod, bend, bow and curtsey, like the watchers of Prospect, upholding their broad- awake … [Continuar leyendo]
476.02-07 Aquí está Mateo con la bendit amano
The proto was traipsing through the tangle then, Mathew Walker, godsons' goddestfar, deputising for gossipocracy, and his station was a few perch to the weatherside of the knoll Asnoch and it was from no other place unless there, … [Continuar leyendo]