Hi all,
As previously intimated, the Don Quixote Deathmarch does in fact loometh. In fact, it so loometh that we even have a start date: Wednesday, March 22 (meaning we aim to open the cover that day).
Looks like we may well have a good-sized group, including several first-timers. Should be fun (and grueling, but also fun). If you’re interested and looking to pick up a copy, most of us will be reading the new translation by Edith Grossman, and that’s what page references will refer back to.
For them what are new to the DM world, here’s basically how it works:
Every Wednesday I’ll post something right here on your computer screen laying out how far we’ll be marching that week (usually around 50 or 60 pages). Over the next 7 days, folks drop by and leave comments ranging from “owie” and “this hurts” to slightly more erudite analysis. And that’s pretty much the whole idear. Week by week and nibble by nibble, we make our way through. And by the end, this weary band of wanders will have another of The Great Books flashing sparks deep within our brains.
Anyways, we’d love to have you along. In fact, consider yourself personally exhorted. And of course, feel free to bring a friend. The more, the marchier….
See you on the trail,
-Cecil
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Pacing
Jake has lived with these dogs for four years now. They pace around his cage on dry paws. He rotates as they pace, tracking their progress but never catching their eyes.
He learned this truth in the first few weeks: catch the eye of a hungry dog and it will bark. And not a yippie bark, but a rough angry thing that feels like a scraped knee somewhere inside your head. He doesn’t need that.
Meanwhile, there were these other guys, the ones pacing around the dogs, pacing around him. The dogs smell almost sweet — light-rain-sweet — but those other guys smell bad. One day, Jake asks them to shower.
“Can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Sedates the dogs. Keeps them from barking so much. You know that.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot.”
“Hey, at least we don’t smell like Fish People,” one of them jokes. “Oh wait, you’d probably like that.”
“Ha ha.” Jake drifts back to the war, five long years ago. What had he been thinking, aligning himself with those Fish People? That was a huge mistake. And now here he was, paying the price.
Just a really gigantic mistake.
Don Quixote Deathmarch Looms….
Just a quick heads-up for them what follow such things, that the Don Quixote Deathmarch is now officially looming on the horizon. The exact start date hasn’t been selected yet, but it’ll most likely be right around the beginning of March. Probably a Tuesday.
Me, I’ve got a little work to do before we kicking the DQDM off — like, finishing the last one (At Swim-Two-Birds), which I jumped back into yesterday. And ordering those dang Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch mugs! Must get mugs!
OK…watch this space for more news…..
-Cecil
I Love Lucy
Here’s another track on the Virtual LP. If you’ve played a few of these before, you might recall that I have a bit of a thing for piano/vocal standards like (to name two…) The Best Things in Life Are Free and For Every Man There’s a Woman.
This time out, it’s an update of a classic you all know and some percentage of you love. Feel free to sing along at home with I Love Lucy, written in 1953 — lyrics by Harold “I wrote the lyrics to ‘I Love Lucy'” Adamson and music by Eliot “Yes you did, my old friend, but leave us not forget that I am the one who wrote the music to ‘I Love Lucy'” Daniel.
Thanks for listening and dropping by, -CV
time: 1:08 seconds; specs: 1 MB
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The Pale Fire Deathmarch, Week 3
Pale Fire Peoples!
Welcome to Week 3. It’s very special week for me, because this is the first week when I’m officially a little bit behind, which means we’re really rollin’ now. I’ve been savouring it a bit too much methinks.
But enough about me — how are you doing out there? And more to the point, have you checked out the Palefire Deathmarch Wiki yet, for the demystification of tricky vocab? (Created some say by “Cort,” others say by “DavidG.” But in such murky matters can the truth ere truly be known?)
Speaking of “Cort,” don’t miss his exhortation to write frothy heroic bather-verse (wiki-style, no less) at the tail end of the thread for Week 2. I could be wrong here, but I think he’s talking to you.
Next week: Let’s meet back up just past “the adjacent position of these rhymes,” which is to say, right after the commentary on Lines 367-370, also known as page 149 in the Everyman’s Library.
The Palefire Deathmarch, Week 2
Pale Fire Peoples!
Looks like we’re off to an excellent start. Lotsa folks on the march, with fully 20 posts so far on last week’s thread, including an excellent bit o’ background on the Zemlya of it all, filed just last night by so-called “Cort.” Good stuff!
This week is a bit of a paradox. We’ve now read the poem, so this would be an appropriate week for commentary on the poem before we read the, er, commmentary. On the poem. It’s sorta like a thin crack into which our world may whisper out. So, you know, stay frosty out there.
Me, I was surprised by how flat-out funny the foreword was — with occasional fore-shades of my beloved “Cruel Shoes” — and then again at how sad the poem sometimes dips, especially Canto 2, as Other Dan noted in last week’s thread. It’s a regular Pale Fire Emotional Death Roller Coaster March is what it is.
What’d you think?
Next week: Let’s dive into to the madness of King Kinbote and then meet up at page 105 in the Everyman’s Library, which is to say, the end of the comentary on Lines 130, in other words somewheres round about a passing reference to “the interesting note to Line 149.”
“The Pale Fire Deathmarch” Exhortation!
A few weeks back, we wrapped “The Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch,” in which some 13 or 14 of us went screaming across Pynchon’s notoriously challenging uber-book.
Mark yer calendars. Two weeks from today — on May 31st — tanned, rested, and ready, we’ll be starting up Deathmarch 2. This time out, we’re tackling something a wee bit lighter and a whole lot shorter. By its rep, Vladimir Nabokov’s Pale Fire is a wild, one-of-a-kind read. Anthony Burgess says it’s a “brilliant confection.” Mary McCarthy, never one to be out done by Anthony Burgess, says: “This centaur work, half-poem, half-prose . . . is a creation of perfect beauty, symmetry, strangeness, originality and moral truth. Pretending to be a curio, it cannot disguise the fact that it is one of the great works of art of this century.” And various folks I know who’ve already read it say: “Great stuff!”
Here’s how the PFDM works: every Tuesday, I’ll leave a short post here on the site. If you’re reading along, drop by and post a comment — something insightful or erudite, random blather, or just a quick “hey now!” That’s it — that’s the whole deal. The book looks like a great ride. And the whole adventure should take around 7 weeks or so.
All are welcome — good friends, new acquaintances, and outright strangers. And yes, my old enemy, my nemesis: The Man with Five Hands: you are welcome too. The Big Idear is to use the momentum of the pack to get into books we might otherwise miss.
There are two main bargain editions online — The Everyman’s Library edition (an inexpensive hardcover) and the Vintage paperback. Either will work — I’ll include page references for both when we set our weekly targets.
And say, if you’re thinking of marching along, why not be here now and practice commenting at this very moment, by leaving one on this very thread. As an added bonus, it’ll help us get a rough head count so we know how much food and water to pack in. Metaphorically speaking.
See you out on that winding road…. -CV
Project “Fun-Time Challenge Project” Presents: Cauliflower Jam
Just when you thought all the Cauliflower had been eaten, The Challenge returns! From the mysterious guitar-plucking fingers of a man called “xourmas” comes today’s shimmering turn of the Melon wheel. It takes Jake’s sax piece which took eb’s vocal piece which took the original piano piece…and it spreads a groovy guitar line across the top. The result: Cauliflower Jam.
For a quick recap of the journey there and back again, here’s the whole sequence:
- Cauliflower Melon (the original piano piece)
- Cauliflowermelonslide (Bob’s remix with slide guitar)
- Melancholy Flower (eb’s version adds vocals)
- Tower of Cauliflower Power (Yaniv slices in with mad beats and bass)
- Straight Up: Cauliflower (Jake adds sax to eb’s vocals)
- Radio Cauliflower (MC DD von H’s cauliflower jam)
- Cauliflower Maximus (MC DD von H’s opus!)
- Cauliflower Jam (xourmas’ groove thing)
If you’re out there and still thinking of jumping into the melon, just start with any one of these, make yer music, then email whatcha got to: vortex@mediajunkie.com. Thanks for listening. And thanks again to everyone who’s jumped in to-date. This project is the gift that keeps on giving. We’ll have to try another one sometime down the line….
-CV
xourmas’ Remix – Cauliflower Jam
time: 1:07; specs: 1MB
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Blog’versary
A tad over twelve months ago, I blogged my first post. It’s been a fun year, writing these poems, reading that book, collaborating on that cauliflower, making that monkey noise, and whatnot. Thanks to everyone who’s been dropping by. And special mad props to xian who makes this all possible and who suggested I getta blog in the very first place back in March 2003.
On a related note, I’ve been really enjoying the blogs of comrades such as RaptorMage, Kim Said, and the notorious Mrs. T. I know blog blog blog, we’re all pretty burned on that word. But the thing about blogs is, they’re an amazing gift to folks who like to write — just a really powerful way to get yerself off the stone. Or perhaps on that stone. Or just by the corner of said stone. In a writerly way.
All to say, let me highly recommended the blogging life to any of youse writers what want to be writing a little bit more, and you know who you are….
In other news, as the Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch nears its wrap, here’s a heads-up that we’ll be starting DM2 with a somewhat smaller though still challenging book right around the end of May. More details soon. Hope to see ya there,
-Cecil