156 - Suburban Transpondency

 "...the aphasia of that heroic agony of recalling a once loved number leading slip by slipper to a general amnesia of misnomering one's own: next those ars, rrrr!" - Finnegans Wake Brion Gysin: "Recalling All Active Agents" & "I've Come To Free The Words" Boston Typewritter Orchestra: "The Revolution Will Be Typewritten" Fol Chen: "Hologram" & remixes TheModernMystic: "Global Aphasia" Daniel Carter / Gregg Keplinger / Rueben Radding: "Aphasia" Rafter: "Paper" Bob Dobbs & Andrew Chrystall discuss Marshell McLuhan and Conscious Medium Shift H.C. Earwicker mix: "Light Come, Light Go" Ludwig Wittgenstein: "Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus" Homo Modernus, Tractatus Philosophicus William S. Burroughs: "The Cut-Up Technique" Earthly Frames: "Dead Edit" Ghosts of Paraguay: "Don't You Even Know Me?" Iridium Flares: "Anchor" & "World Forgetting" Finnegans Wake: Page 69 Fry and Laurie: "A Discussion of Language"   "The mouth that tells not will ever attract the unthinking tongue and so long as the obseen draws theirs which hear not so long till allearth’s dumbnation shall the blind lead the deaf." Now by memory inspired, turn wheel again to the whole of the wall. Where Gyant Blyant fronts Peannlueamoore There was once upon a wall and a hooghoog wall a was and such a wall-hole did exist. Ere ore or ire in Aaarlund. Or you Dair’s Hair or you Diggin Mosses or your horde of orts and oriorts to garble a garthen of Odin and the lost paladays when all the eddams ended with aves. Armen? The doun is theirs and still to see for menags if he strikes a lousaforitch and we’ll come to those baregazed shoeshines if you just shoodov a second. And let oggs be good old gaggles and Isther Estarr play Yesther Asterr. In the drema of Sorestost Areas, Diseased. A stonehinged gate then was for another thing while the suroptimist had bought and enlarged that shack under fair rental of one yearlyng sheep, (prime) value of sixpence, and one small yearlyng goat (cadet) value of eight-pence, to grow old and happy (hogg it and kidd him) for the re — minants of his years; and when everything was got up for the purpose he put an applegate on the place by no means as some pretext a bedstead in loo thereof to keep out donkeys (the pig-dirt hanging from the jags to this hour makes that clear) and just thenabouts the iron gape, by old custom left open to prevent the cats from getting at the gout, was triplepatlockt on him on purpose by his faithful poorters to keep him inside probably and possibly enaunter he felt like sticking out his chest too far and tempting gracious providence by a stroll on the peoplade’s egg-day, unused as he was yet to being freely clodded." FW Page 69 Subscribe to my YouTube channel: transpondency Subscribe to transpondency.blip.tv Follow me on twitter Email: [email protected] Call my voicemail: 1 (716) 402-1462