The matrix for our current fragment has transformed into a newspaper, Daily Maily, which reports disturbing news, forecasts unpleasant weather and advertises, among other things, the premiere of Wine, Woman and Waterclocks. Time to get out of your inkwell and take a chance on this day in the life.

All the missed understandings and other truffles that Joyce brings us! Art by Linda Lotiel (with a little help from from French Post-impressionism)

Imagine that Finnegans Wake is a streaming platform. So much to choose from, and yet it feels like you've seen all of this before: all has been played and replayed on this viciously viconian cycle of bitten apples and broken eggs. Or, perhaps not yet? The matrix by @augustinealoysius.bsky.social

The language of posing, do you speak it? Any camera-shyness on you? Brace yourself, Mr Himmyshimmy, the kodak girl is out to get you. Make sure your tumbletantaliser doesn't overflow! Art by Linda Lotiel

If Joyce is not quizzing you, he is riddling you. But whatever rabbit hole he'll be pulling out of his hat next, let's just agree it's all about withswilling - together-drinking (also known as a symposium). A perfect pastime for those whose tongues have a natural curl. Art by Linda Lotiel

Back from Krakòw, back to business: Shem's chapter won't read itself. Or will it? Perhaps it might, after saffrocaking itself. Anyway, we want to be part of the picture, so get your coldblood kodaks ready, ladies, foreign devils are on the job! Matrix as always by @augustinealoysius.bsky.social

During the James Joyce symposium in Kraków, Iana from Wake in Progress presented a paper on Ukrainian insights into chapters 1-6 of FW. It was a great talk. Many more insights to come as we keep reading, as long as Russian generals are shot over and over again.

Linda's paper on social dance and James Joyce, or the mysteries of the Quadrille Mind.

Happy Bloomsday from James Joyce Symposium in Kraków! Ukrainians from Wake in Progress give papers, paper readings, read dancing and dance drinking. And they drink free (but it comes with a price). More fun to come!

Before setting off to Krakow to have lots-of-fun at the JJ symposium, we started chapter I.7, about His Lowness, Shem. We ended up talking about current Crimean events and whether you can wrap the salmon of wisdom in a paper called "Lotta comunista". Matrix as ever by @augustinealoysius.bsky.social

"Wake in Progress" is getting ready to attend JJ Symposium in Kraków next week! We'll be happy to share our slightly unorthodox reading strategies during FW Reading Group. If you're going to the Symposium too, drop by! The forecast is for matrices, mindmaps and drinking games! Art by Linda Lotiel

Vicious massive attacks - that's Kyiv's reality. Russian orcs attempt to destroy what they can't stand: freedom and dignity. Still, Ukrainians carry on. Our group finished I.6 and we were happy to discuss its finale with friends: Sam Slote, Peter Quadrino and Bobby Campbell. Behold the latest matrix

As we are getting closer to the finale of the Quiz, the buttery cheesiness of time-space is becoming erotically charged. Sweet lady Margareena is about to do a double pole dance, in her quest to reconcile the opposites, and boy, do we cream for thee. Art by Linda Lotiel

Today we went on romping and rhombing with Burrus and Caseous, with lady Margareen melting into chat. If you start with discussing cheese flavours and margarine colours, you are bound to end up talking about the strange and downright cheesy flavours of quarks. Well, well, tops down and bottoms up!

When Burrus and Caseous entered the chat, we started sharing our own butter and cheese stories. They were full of adventure, love and chthonic horror. The drinks to wash down these tales happened to be tea, pet-nat, barolo and gazpacho. Oh, fermentation with a thousand faces! Art by Linda Lotiel

Still doing the Quiz, we've reached the land of Butter and Cheese, doubles doubling all the time. Somehow Joyce knew that Hormuz and Hungary would be in the news at the time of our reading. The current matrix is infinitely entertaining in its puzzling doubles. Not only Joyce can plays these games!

Would you rather turn to stone and stop caring or become a tree and keep growing, feeling the pain of the world? Will Nuvoletta's tears wash away the pain? Will the dusk descend upon you bringing a sense of peace? To sleep, perchance to dream, in the irony of the stars. Art by Linda Lotiel

As the tale of the Mookse and the Gripes was coming to an end, the ebb and flow of watery associations brought Virginia Woolf. Sadly, she ended her life in a river, with stones in her pockets. Now, thanks to our Matrix Builder @augustinealoysius.bsky.social, we hear her voice in the waves of words.

Arguments, disputes, quarrels never end. Dogmas clash, theories slash, ideas fight to cancel one another. Schisms ripen, chasms deepen. Meanwhile, up there, Nuvoletta is trying to breathe some sense into the world. But of course, the Mookse and the Gripes don't look up. Art by Linda Lotiel

Today the enemy launched a thousand missiles upon Ukraine. Think about it. In the world, where beauty is fragile and life struggles to survive, there are those who sow destruction. Well, they'll reap the harvest they deserve, wouldn't you say, Dr Faustus? Observe the matrix of our last meeting.

Habemus papas - so many popes - more popes than we know what to do with. Good thing they come with their own wine press. Let's get spiritual! More Mookse-and-Gripes fermentation to come. Art by Linda Lotiel

The Mookse and the Gripes enter the chat. And about a dozen Popes with them. Or through them. And then straight into the wine-press where time is fermenting space. In other words, we've had a great meeting today. The matrix is as always by @augustinealoysius.bsky.social

The eagles are coming, he cried. No, wait. Wrong book, these are hegels. Their season is upon us. My sincere Mitleid. Art by Linda Lotiel

Question 11 is poetic, but the answer is transmitted on the academic wavelength - until other stations interrupt it. Every Talis seeks its Qualis, while Joyce meets Proust, and Time drinks Space, wiping its whistle afterwards. Our guest was once again @kenjihayakawa.com, bringing Hegelian gifts.

It's February 24: we have lived through 4 years of the full-scale invasion of Russian orcs into Ukraine. 4 years of the nightmare of history. And it is not over. Our FW group can only exist due to the heroism of the Ukrainian army. We thank those who fight. We thank those who stand with Ukraine.

How many times in Question&Answer 10 of the Quiz does Joyce use the word "love" and its equivalents, derivatives and other loveribboned coinages? What is all this sudden textual love-making about? Is there a method in his love madness? Answer: In th' amourlight, O my darling. Art by Linda Lotiel

The language of flowers, do you speak it? And the langue of fairy-tales? How about a female lingua? Or the lingo of soulful chocolates and Turkish delights? We've had an amazing session on Quiz Question 10, with a new member, Leonie, and a very special guest, Peter Quadrino. Observe the matrices!

Frosts and snows in Ukraine may feel like Biblical climate, not in terms of temperature but in terms of divine wrath. And yet narratives will be overridden and the snow will melt. With a little lore of love to live. Art by Linda Lotiel

On Joyce's birthday, one can ponder improbable things, like ineluctable modalities or sighs in shockings. Or one might grab a Guinness and watch an interview that Igor, our very own Master Matrix Builder, gave to @laughtears.bsky.social, talking Joyce and beyond: www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJul...

InnerViews#746 Igor Belokrinitsky

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Those Shandon bells were fun to put on the mindmap. The echoes of their chimes are all over the place, and the place is all over the map, and the map is all about the bells. Art by Linda Lotiel