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Dubble In It -- An Oratorio to the Progenitors of the Human Genome --Lifted and Lofted, Lafted and Lefted by Philip Harvey from lines in Finnegans Wake




‘Dubble In It’ was a Roaratorio based on words taken from all over Finnegans Wake. Roaratorio is a word borrowed from the Wake by John Cage as the title of his own radio sound art piece, based on the book. Composer Rod Baker and I looked at the theme of the 2008 Bloomsday (‘Joyce and Modernity’) and chose to celebrate the Human Genome and its Progenitors, as we called them. This was the second such oratorio written collaboratively by Baker and me, to be staged by Bloomsday in Melbourne. Some patrons with long memories will be taken back (or even taken aback) to the church in North Melbourne and to Ches Baragwaneth playing the Auditor-General, i.e. Here Comes Everybody Childers. An excellent review of this Oratorio was written by Roz Hames here: https://6fbb0498-09c3-4ba2-8f2a-f86e105c41d2.filesusr.com/ugd/b941fe_1604e6e1038041e58c08e98367152466.pdf  Roz’s review helps give the gist of what’s happening and what happened.

This weekend I came across the original script of the Roaratorio in my files. It is set out below, following these words from the Bloomsday webpage report for 2008, probably by Frances Devlin Glass.

“The best advice we can give for understanding Joyce’s Wakese is to listen, and suspend momentarily that insistent urge we all have to make complete sense of all utterances, and to surrender to multilingual punniness. It’s an invitation to play.  Joyce, we believe, was profoundly thoughtful on the subject of gender, gender differences, the possibility of inversions – the he-ness and she-ness of us all. We take a lead too from Joyce’s eclectic musical tastes, extending as they did from street songs, via pop to the classical repertoire. We fancy, with his rings and smart clothes, he not only sang, but tangoed in Paris restaurants in the twenties and thirties.  The elegance of the symbolism and chemistry of the double helix would, we think, have made great sense to Joyce.

 

Dubble In It


An Oratorio to the Progenitors of the Human Genome

Lifted and Lofted, Lafted and Lefted by Philip Harvey from lines in Finnegans Wake

I

The pleasures of love

lasts but a fleeting

But the pledges of life

outlusts a lief-time

How unwhisperably so

In the beginning was the gest he jousstly says, for the end is with woman, flesh-without-word, while the man to be is in a worse case after than before since she on the supine satisfies the verg to him! Toughtough, tootoological. Thou the first person shingeller. Art, an imperfect subjunctive. So pick your stops with fondnes snow. And mind you twine the two noods of your nicenames. And pull up your furbelovs as far above as your farthingales. That’ll hint him how to click the trigger. You’ll feel what I mean.

The pleasures of love

lasts but a fleeting

But the pledges of life

outlusts a lief-time

How unwhisperably so

You try a little tich to the tissle of his tail. The soil is for the self alone. Be ownkind. Be kithkinish. Be bloodysibby. Be irish. Be inish. Be offalia. Be hamlet. Be the property plot. Be Yorick and Lankystare. Be cool. Be mackinmucks of yourselves. Be finish. No martyr where the preature is there’s no plagues like rome. Watch the swansway. Take your tiger over it. For you have – may I, in, our, your and their names, dare to say it? – the nucleus of a glow of a zeal of soul of service such as rarely if ever have I met. Numerous are those, humble indivisibles in this grand continuum, overlorded by fate and interlarded with accidence.

The pleasures of love

lasts but a fleeting

But the pledges of life

outlusts a lief-time

How unwhisperably so

II

[Tango Lecture]

I shall have a word to say in a few yards and it will be very convenient for me for the emolument to pursue Burrus and Caseous for a rung or two up their isocelating biangle. In order to be truly torso we should evoke the bush soul of females so I am leaving it to the experienced victim to complete the general suggestion by the mental addition of a wallopy bound. As comprised, the climactogram shows up which X and Y (and Z?) may fondly be imagined ascending and is suggestive of a gentlemen’s spring modes, these modes carrying us back to the superimposed claylayers of eocene and pleastoseen formation and the gradual morphological changes in our body politic which Professor Ebahi-Ahuri of Philadespoinis neatly names a Box of Surprises.

Or, in briefs then.

This Antonius-Burrus-Caseous grouptriad may be said to equate the qualis equivalent with the older so-called talis on talis one just as quantly  as in the hyperchemical economantarchy the tantum ergons irruminate the quantum urge so that eggs is to whey as whay is to zeed like your golfchild’s abe boob caddy. And this is why any simple philodolphus of a fool you like to dress, an athemishued lowtownian, exlegged phatrisight, may be awfully green to one side of him and fruitfully blue on the other which will not screen him however from appealing to my gropesarchblasted eyes as a bleating blatant bloaten blasphorus blesphorus idiot who kennett tail a bomb from a painapple when he steals one and wannot psing his psalmen  with the cong in our gregational pompoms with the canting crew.

Good night.

III

or haven’t I told you every telling has a taling and that’s the he and the she of it

her sugarloaf hat
            his bungaloid borsalines
her frostivying tresses
his rotundarinking scalp
her fickling intentions
            his fearless forehead
her airy eye
            his bimblebeaks
her pebbled eyes
            his laudsnarers
her joki nose
            his walrus moustaches
her damazon cheeks
            his applecheeks
her fiumy mouth
            his curlybard
her backbone tongue
            his loosened talktapes
her kissmiss
            his bruised brogues
her filimentations

or haven’t I told you of her furzeborn sons and dribblederry daughters, every telling has a taling and that’s the he and the she of it

her fondling endings
            his togglejoints
her encircling arms
            his shoulderups
her jelly belly
            his heartseast
her sullyport
            his sillypost
her catchment rings
            his buttinghole
her hip’s hurrahs
            his acropoll
her little mary
            his fatherjohnson

haven’t I told you every telling has a taling and that’s the he and the she of it

her splendid halluxes
            his halluxes splendid
her hydeaspects
            his hobbledehorns
her pyrra knees
            his kneesknobs
her iodine feet

IV

You don’t reckoneyes him, with helixes so splendid?

Who gave the heinousness of choice to everyknight betwixt yesterdicks and twomaries?
Who is too funny for a fish and has too much outside for an insect?
Who has brain of the frank, hand of the christian, tongue of the north?
Who was hatched at Cellbridge but ejoculated  abrood?
Who has seed enough for a semination but sues skivvies on the sly?
Who passed for baa baa blacksheep till he grew white woo woo  woolly?
All fitzpatricks in his emirate remember him, the boys of wetford hail him babu, who?

You don’t reckoneyes him, with helixes so splendid?

Who lashed out lashings of laveries to hunt down his family ancestors and then pled double trouble or quick quits to hush the buckers up?
Who is ace of arts, deuce of damimonds, trouble of clubs, fear of spates?
His birth proved accidental shows his death its grave mistake – who is this?
Who is when youngheaded oldshouldered and middishneck aged about?
Who is heavengendered, chaosfoeted, earthborn?
Whose father presumptively ploughed it deep on overtime and mother as all evince must have travailled her fair share?
Who made man with juts that jerk and minted money mong maney?

You don’t reckoneyes him, with helixes so splendid?

The topes that tippled on him, the types that toppled off him.
His troubles may be over but his doubles have still to come.

V

[The Plainchant of the Cloudyphiz]

It is nebuless an autodidact fact of the commonest that the shape of the average human cloudyphiz, whereas sallow has long daze faded, frequently altered its ego with the possing of the showers. Whence it is a slopperish matter, given the wet and low visibility

since in this scherzarade of one’s thousand one nightinesses that sword of certainty which would identifide the body never falls

to idendifine the individuone in scratch wig, squarecuts, stock laveleer, baggy pants and shufflers with already an incipience

lust

in the direction of area baldness

one is continually firstmeeting with odd sorts of others at all sorts of ages!

who was asked by free boardschool shirkers in drenched overcoats overawall, Will, Conn and Otto, to tell them overagait, Vol, Pov, and Dev, that fishabed ghoatstory of the haardly creditable edventyres of the Haberdasher, the two Curchies and the three Enkelchums in their Bearskin ghoats! Girles and jongers but he has changed alok syne Thorkill’s time!

Ya, da, tra, gathery, pimp, shesses, shossafat, okodeboko, nine!

Those many warts, those slummy patches, halfsinister wrinkles, (what has come over the face on wholebroader E?), and the large fungopark he has grown!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

Drink!

[Altogether]: DRINK!

VI

First thou shalt not smile,
Twice thou shalt not love,
Lust, thou shalt not commix idolatry.
Hip confiners help compunction.

A coil of cord

a colleen coy

a blush on a bush

turned first man’s laughter

into wailful moither

O foolish cuppled!

Give back those stolen kisses,
restaure those all-cotton glooves,
recollect the yella perals
that all too often beset young gerils.

A coil of cord

a colleen coy

a blush on a bush

turned first man’s laughter

into wailful moither

O foolish cuppled!

Never dip in the ern while
your browsers on your suite.
Never slip the silver key through
your gate of golden age.

A coil of cord

a colleen coy

a blush on a bush

turned first man’s laughter

into wailful moither

O foolish cuppled!



VII

Your Ominence, Your Imminence and delicted fraternitrees!

There’s tuodore queensmaids and Idahore shopgirls and woody babies growing upon her

Bird flamingans sweenyswinging fuglewards on the tipmast

And Orania epples  playing hopptociel bommptaterre

Tyburn fenians  snoring in his quickenbole and crossbones strewing its holy floor

Culprines of Erasmus Smith’s burstall boys with their underhand leadpencils climbing to her crotch for the origin of spices

Charlotte darlings with silk blue askmes chattering in dissent

Gibbonses and gobbenses, guelfing and ghibbering proferring praydews

Your Ominence, Your Imminence and delicted fraternitrees!

There’s killmaimthem  pensioners chucking overthrown milestones up to her

Cranberries and her pommes annettes for their unnatural refection

Handpainted hoydens plucking husbands of him

Cock robins muchmore hatching most out of his missado eggdrazzles

Sun and moon pegging honeysuckle and white heather down

Timtits tapping resin, creatures of the wold approaching him

Hermits of the desert barking their infernal shins

Your Ominence, Your Imminence and delicted fraternitrees!

Planitude outsends of plenty to thousands

Truants of the utmostfear and her downslyder

In that snakedst-tu-naughsy whimmering woman’s seeleib

My darling dearest, sinsinsinning since the night of time

Each and all meeting and shaking twisty hands all over again

In their new world through the germination of its gemination

From Ond’s outset till Odd’s end.

And encircle him circuly. Evovae!




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