#dedalus trio

[dustedmagazine]

Giovanni Di Domenico / Silvia Tarozzi / Emmanuel Holterbach—L’Occhio Del Vedere (Elsewhere)

Giovanni Di Domenico (l) and Silvia Tarozzi (r)

L’Occhio Del Vedere by Giovanni Di Domenico / Silvia Tarozzi / Emmanuel Holterbach

L’Occhio Del Vedere (which translates from Italian as The Eye of Seeing) could fairly be described as synthetic music. Not in terms of instrumentation, since the musicians confine themselves to piano, frame drum and violin. But its production process and essential character are both hybrids, forged from the combination of elements sometimes perceived as incompatibles.

This project was instigated when GMEA (Centre National de Création Musicale) Albi, an arts center in a small town in Southern France, granted Giovanni Di Domenico a residency in the summer of 2022. Di Domenico is an Italian keyboardist who is based in Belgium, but has sustained an enduring relationship with Jim O’Rourke and his circle of Japanese musicians. The residency afforded him one week’s use of a performance and recording space, and he decided to share half that time with a couple musicians whose work he had followed, but with whom he had not worked before. Silvia Tarozzi is a string player and singer who is a member of Ensemble Dedalus, which performs new composed music, and a duo with Deborah Walker that explores the gender, social and political dimensions of Italian rice farmers’ work songs. She has worked closely with the microtonally oriented composers Pascale Criton and Éliane Radigue. Emmanuel Holterbach is a sound artist, lecturer, and archivist; if you’ve checked out one of Radigue’s recent archival releases, you have benefitted from his work. 

The music was developed collaboratively, using both compositional and improvisational methods. Once Di Domenico secured the other two musicians’ agreement that they would participate, he sat down at his piano and worked out a couple lines to present to them. Each surprised him with their instrumental choices. Tarozzi brought a violin tuned in 1/16ths (conventional tuning divides an octave 12 times), which is what she uses to play Criton’s music. And Holterbach, who often works with collected and electronic sounds, brought a frame drum. The trio spend a day improvising on Di Domenico’s material, another day structuring what they had developed into a three-part piece, and a third recording several passes through the it. When they were done, they retired to a locally sourced vegan buffet to celebrate, and then Di Domenico took the recordings home to be edited into the finished recording. 

The who and how intrigues, but it’s how L’Occhio Del Vedere plays out that’ll keep you coming back. It maintains a spacious quality throughout its hour-long expanse. This gives each musician a lot of room to maneuver, which they generally use quite judiciously. The accretive phrases that Di Domenico plays, and the generous silences he places between then, bring Morton Feldman to mind. Sometimes Tarozzi finishes a phrase with an elaboration, and other times she seems to suggest another route for the piano to take. Her microtonal choices impart an air of uncertainty, as though she was caught in the act of deciding what to play next. The interactions between piano and violin suggest a real-time negotiation which did not actually occur in performance, but refers to the process by which the music was collectively imagined into being. If Holterbach ever hit his drum, I have missed it. Instead, he casts himself in a role analogous to stage lighting, using long tones that sound more like feedback, or maybe Tibetan ceremonial trumpets heard from a valley away, than wood on skin, to highlight certain of his associate’s actions. Music this spare could lapse into distant confusion, but through a combination of closely attuned performance and astute post-production, the music’s placid progress is charged with engaging tension. 

Bill Meyer

[groovin2019]

Avanguardia e sperimentazione: Marco Di Castri racconta i Dedalus

Avanguardia e sperimentazione: Marco Di Castri racconta i Dedalus #prog #progressive #progitaliano #marcodicastri #furiodicastri #dedalus #fiorenzobonansone #enricogrosso #pinerolo #pinerolese #jazz

Per la musica italiana, gli anni Settanta sono stati una sorta di età dell’oro. Il periodo del rock progressivo, più o meno collocabile nella prima metà del decennio, fu attraversato da un fermento artistico irripetibile. In quell’ambito si formarono band e musicisti che hanno segnato indelebilmente la storia nostrana. Gruppi dalla carriera duratura e di grande successo, acclamati cantautori e…

[saigonharrington]

when worlds collide // Harry Potter fic

Harry Potter x teen wolf crossover

fem!harry, platonic (or is it🥴???) love between fem!harry and scott & stiles

summary: the trio was friends for years, since early childhood, but was it always perfect? Not only boys, but also Harriet was having a secret. What is going to happen now, when the truth has been told?

Harry is Harriet now btw ;)

word count: 2,4K

Words in italics are either narrator’s words or fragments from deathly hallows

requested by @aIaka2109

tagging some people who might be interested: @nerdyblogger06 @laheysdork @blessednereid

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— — — — — —

The friendships that we create in our childhood are special. Even if they didn’t last long, they made us the way we are now. However, the ones that survived the hard times are something else. That impact is bigger, stronger, just different, but in a good way.

Being friends with Scott and Stiles for sure was magnificent. When Harriett joined that duo, making it a trio, they definitely weren’t the coolest people at school.

Some considered them quirky, nerdy, and awkward, but it didn’t really matter. They were having the best time, successfully ignoring the chatters.

Sadly, that friendship was challenging. After years of adventures, Harriett had been accepted to Hogwarts. The boys had no clue about the wizarding world, being forced to believe that she had just simply moved abroad.

It broke their hearts, but somehow they managed to spend at least half of the summer together. Harriet found it hard not to tell them everything because going to Hogwarts would be an amazing experience, but she had to follow the rules. Her parents said that it could have horrific consequences, and they just couldn’t risk everything.

Something had changed when Scott joined the supernatural world as well. He felt bad that only Stiles knew about it, but how could he tell Harriett?

He loved her, maybe a little more than a friend normally would, but he could not take the chance and lose Harriet. Imagining it was painful, and it being a reality could literally tear him apart.

But today?

Today was the big day for both sides. Stiles and Scott were only miles away from the Dursley’s house, revising the words from the speech that they prepared. They weren’t sure if they were ready to open up, but it was high time to do it. They cannot keep this secret for long.

The boys were just around the corner when Scott had stopped and tried to focus on his hearing abilities.

“I think something’s happening outside the Dursley’s house. Stay here, I’ll try to take a look and check what the conversation is about”

“No dude, I’ll go with you” Stiles replied eagerly, but Scott only shook his head and peeked, hiding behind the walls of the building.

“I see Dudley, and his parents...but Harriet isn’t there. It looks like they’re moving out. Oh, never mind.” Scott took another quick peek around the corner, “I noticed Harriet, but clearly she’s not going with them. There are two more people, looking rather weird.” He gave a description, leaving Stiles curious.

“But what are they talking about? Something might be wrong. I know they aren’t fond of Harriet’s existence, but would they leave her for no reason?” Stiles asked, as Scott tried to focus one more time.

“The man is named Dedalus, I also hear Dudley saying goodbye to Harriet.”

“So it’s true! They’re leaving her!” Stiles started to panic, pacing around in order to calm himself.

“They will see us if you won’t stay still. Let me continue doing my job.” Scott stated, his tone flat.

“And?” Stiles asked after a few minutes, feeling a little more relaxed.

“Okay, something is definitely wrong. These two people sound like they are not humans at all. They don’t understand how to drive a car.”

“Do you think they’re like you? But you can drive a car… maybe they’re like Malia? Hidden in the woods for years, not knowing what is going on in the world…”

“I mean we can’t reject that option. They might not be werewolves, but even I don’t know every creature from the bestiary. We have to ask Harriet.”

“But when? Are we going to wait until they all disappear? It might take a while.” Stiles started asking a lot of unnecessary questions, but Scott wasn’t listening to him.

“They’ve just left” Scott replied, getting ready to step out of their hiding spot.

“No! Wait a minute. If we go now, she might figure out that we were eavesdropping.” Stiles chimed in.

“Fine. But it shouldn’t matter, since, you know, we want to tell the truth. She will feel obligated to explain it to us as well.”

Harriet was now ready to close the door and sit in the almost empty house alone. She didn’t know if she should feel sad, that everything is changing so fast and is out of control, or happy, because she got rid of the Dursley’s and can taste the freedom that she waited for so long.

She heard the weird sound of someone creeping, immediately feeling in danger.

Harriet held her wand in her hand, just in case the use of Expelliarmus might be needed.

“What are you guys doing?! I was ready to punch you!” She yelled, hiding her wand quickly, hoping that they didn’t see it.

“Thanks for your kind welcome, Harriet.” Stiles replied sarcastically.

“We aren’t here to harm you, darling.” Scott added. “There’s just something that we want to talk about. Can we come in?”

Harriet nodded, and the three found themselves in the kitchen, where Scott had found himself a bottle of water.

“Could you explain why the Dursleys left?” Stiles asked directly, not being able to keep it in.

“Oh, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice. It’s a… long story” She tried to avoid this topic, but not today.

The boys were ready to tell everything, and she had to be even with them.

“They were talking about magic. There were two people that didn’t know how to use a car. I don’t think that they were kidding.” Stiles blurted out of nowhere, making Scott split the water of his mouth.

“What we mean is… we heard something while getting there. I know it sounds weird, but honestly, everything is not normal. Please say that you can explain it to us. It won’t frighten us. In fact, we have something not-so-typical to tell you as well.” He said after punching Stiles in the arm because he planned to handle it differently.

“I… don’t know how to start. Even if you won’t be frightened, please just promise me you won’t get mad. I had to keep this a secret.” She started the monologue, making all of them to sit on the floor, so no one could hit his head while fainting.

Telling everything from the start wasn’t the easiest. She had to explain all the weird, unsaid things from their childhood, moving on to the moment when she got to Hogwarts. The stories from the school were definitely her favorite ones because after all these years she was able to share her experience with her friends.

“Woah, after hours of explaining you guys look... not as surprised as I thought you would be. But this is it. What’s your story? Hope I didn’t make you speechless…” Harriet muttered.

“Actually, I think you will feel relieved when you hear our secret. We didn’t get mad at you, so please do the same.” Scott made eye contact with his friend, making sure that he’s okay with Scott taking the lead in explaining. “Stiles, you can add something if I miss it”.

There it was, a historical moment, where two sides of the friendship got to know the secrets of the other. To be honest, they were shocked, all three of them. But considering their problems from the past, they found it easy to understand why some things weren’t said earlier. All they had to do now was try to keep up and spend some time together because they hadn't talked in months.

Harriet connected the dots immediately. Scott was a werewolf, like Lupin. There was not a chance that they knew each other, but she still imagined the meeting of these two, wondering if they would be talking about her.

Unfortunately, Scott said that he doesn’t know Remus.

“ So what are we going to do now? Now that you know that Scott is a werewolf, and you know that Harriet’s a witch. Shall we watch a movie? Too much information today.” said Stiles, trying to find a TV. “Don’t tell me that these stupid Dursleys have taken the television too.”

“They did. They left me only my bed. But never mind, because this evening I’m gonna be somewhere else. Shit, I haven’t told you about this, have I?”

Boys confirmed that they didn’t hear a word about this, so Harriet tried to tell them as much as she could, but it was harder than she thought. Maybe because she did not know what the plan was, or because she was stressed about this.

For sure it could be dangerous, not only for her but for her other friends as well. And now that Scott and Stiles came here, she felt responsible for their safety too.

Telling them about Voldemort was the most exciting part. They never really thought about Harriet’s bravery, but hearing all the stories in detail made them proud of their friend.

Harriet proved that no one should mess with her, and honestly, it impressed Scott. He had a crush on her for quite a while, and now, knowing that she takes part in the supernatural world, he didn’t feel so guilty about it.

He hid his feelings so far because he was worried that she might hate him and reject his feelings. Not anymore. He had a lot of respect for her, for her persistence and valor.

Was it bad that he wanted to kiss her right now? He tried to focus on something else, but hearing her heartbeat as he moved closer to her was making him crazy. If he couldn’t kiss her, he would want to read her mind. So he decided to shoot his shot today.

“Guys, I don’t want to worry you, but Ron has just informed me that they’re coming here in a few minutes. Please hide in this closet.” Harriet’s tone carried a hint of worry, “I don’t want more problems. We’ll talk soon, okay? And try not to leave immediately after us. You-know-who’s sympathizers might be everywhere and I don’t want you get hurt. Understood?” She asked, watching as Stiles was trying to get comfortable in the not-so-big closet.

“Harriet, can I say something?” Scott started, taking her hand and receiving approval. “I...I feel something towards you. I know it’s not the best time, but please remember that I admire you and I want to be more than friends. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but please, take care of yourself. We will be alright, and hopefully, so will you…” Harriet interrupted his monologue, giving him a kiss, to make him shut his mouth.

“We’ll get back to this conversation soon, I promise. Now, please hide. They’re coming.”

Harriet tried to look casual, as if she was doing something normal and waiting for the visitors, but instead, she looked overwhelmed and disorganized. It took a while until she calmed herself down, and understood everything from Moody’s plan.

“Any questions?” Moody asked after the explanation.

“Er — yes,” said Harriet. “Maybe they won’t know which of the twelve secure houses I’m heading for at first, but won’t it be sort of obvious once—” Harriet performed a quick headcount, “fourteen of us fly off toward Tonks’s parents’?”

“Ah,” said Moody, “I forgot to mention the key point. Fourteen of us won’t be flying to Tonks’s parents’. There will be seven Harriet Potters moving through the skies tonight, each of them with a companion, each pair heading for a different safe house.”

From inside his cloak Moody now withdrew a flask of what looked like mud.

There was no need for him to say another word; Harriet understood the rest of the plan immediately.

“No!” she said loudly, her voice ringing through the kitchen. “No way!”

“I told him you wouldn’t take it well,” said Hermione with a hint of complacency.

“If you think I’m going to let six people risk their lives —!”

“— because it’s the first time for all of us,” said Ron.

“This is different, pretending to be me —”

“Well, none of us really fancy it, mate,” said George earnestly. “Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.”

Harriet did not smile at George’s playful joke.

“You can’t do it if I don’t cooperate, you need me to give you some hair.”

“Well, that’s that plan scuppered,” said George.

“Obviously there’s no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate.”

“Yeah, thirteen of us against one girl who’s not allowed to use magic; we’ve got no chance,” Fred chortled.

“Funny,” said Harriet, “really amusing.”

“If it has to come to force, then it will,” growled Moody, his magical eye now quivering a little in its socket as he glared at Harry.

“Everyone here’s of age, Potter, and they’re all prepared to take the risk.”

Mundungus shrugged and grimaced; the magical eye swerved sideways to glare at him out of the side of Moody’s head.

“Let’s have no more arguments. Time’s wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, now.” Moody ordered.

“But this is mad, there’s no need —”

Scott and Stiles were patiently waiting behind the door, trying to hear everything correctly. When they heard that there were going to be six more Harriets, they found it hard to sit still.

Stiles, being the curious one, had peeked through the small hole, because he couldn’t believe what was happening.

And he saw exactly what the people were talking about. Seven Harriets and some other adults, who were probably going to guard each one of the Potters. That was insane, and the fact that they couldn’t come closer made him and Scott a little angry.

As everyone was leaving, one of the Potters secretively winked at them, trying not to look weird by winking to a presumably empty closet.

Fortunately, only the boys saw it, others in the room weren’t paying attention, as they were trying to get ready for the adventure. That simple gesture had shown the boys that Harriet remembered them, and that she is hoping to talk to them soon.

But was there a chance for that to happen?

Scott wanted to believe that they were going to chat as soon as possible, but knowing that both of them had lots of supernatural issues around, it wasn’t going to be easy.

//

I’m sorry to inform you that this is the last fic to be published by me for now, I’m taking a break to study, I still might be active here from time to time, but I’ll come back to writing in June

I hope that you people, the 173 of you will still be there, love you guys

[thosebizzareserpents]

have you decided on any more members of the eos? besides cho :)

This is who I have so far. The list will be updated frequently.

Members

(Main members)

Oliver Rivers (Hufflepuff)

Best friend of Susan Bones and Hecate Oakham. The trio were invited to  by the Fat Friar to play at Nearly Headless Nick's 503rd Deathday Party. Oliver plays the cello. 

Hecate Oakham (Hufflepuff)

Best friend of Susan Bones and Oliver Rivers. The trio were invited to by the Fat Friar to play at Nearly Headless Nick's 503rd Deathday Party. Hecate plays the harp.  

Cho Chang (Ravenclaw)

Ravenclaw Quidditch team Seeker, from 1993-1997. Dumbledore’s Army member. Teammate of Luka Bradley. Answered Susan’s call through the coin. 

Lisa Turpin (Ravenclaw)

Dormmate of Padma Patil, Sue Li, Mandy Mandy Brocklehurst and Morag MacDougal. Friend of Tracey Davis. Younger cousin of Ravenclaw Keeper, Grant Page and Hufflepuff Beater Anthony Rickett. 

Eloise Midgen  (Gryffindor)

Dormmate of Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Hermione Granger and Fay Dunbar. Friend of Tracey Davis. loves to sing and dance. Tracey invited her to dance ant the Viscaria Dance Theater where she practices. 

Megan Jones (Hufflepuff)

 Dormmate of Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones. Friend of a Tracey Davis and Susan Bones. Niece of Gwenog and Hestia Jones. 

Vicky Frobisher (Gryffindor)

Friend of Poonima Shah and Luka Bradley. Tried out for Gryffindor Keeper in 1995. In many school club activities.

Marlene McKinnon (Ghost)

Member of the Order of the Phoenix during the First Wizarding War. Godmother of Luka Bradley. Killed in 1981 and returned as a ghost.

Zara Valli.

Luka Bradley’s adoptive sister, orphaned as an infant during the First Wizarding War. The oldest of the Vamana siblings, seven months older than Luka. She was sorted into Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts in 1991.  Adoptive mother taught her elemental magic.

Trinity Lynn

Trinity adoptive sister, orphaned as an infant during the First Wizarding War. The second eldest of the Vamana siblings, four months older than Luka.  She was sorted into Gryffindor House at Hogwarts in 1991.  She once signed up for Quidditch training at Proficient in non-verbal and geokinetic magic.

Hazel Stickney

  Hazel is Luka’s adoptive sister. She is a year younger than Luka, Zara and Trinity. She was sorted in Ravenclaw House Hogwarts in 1993.  Proficient in non-verbal and hydrokinetic magic.

Horatio Pershore

 Luka adoptive brother. Younger than Luka, Zara, Trinity and Hazel. Adoptive mother taught him elemental magic. Proficient in non-verbal and geokinetic magic. Loves to paint and  has a magical pet hamster named Sting. 

Chie Shinohara

Luka’s adoptive sister. Youngest of the siblings. Adoptive mother taught her elemental magic, Proficient in non-verbal and aerokinetic magic. Has an “army” of PygmyPuffs that her older siblings bought her.

Millicent Bulstrode (Slytherin)

Dormmate and friend of Tracey Davis. Best Friend of Cassius Warrington. Former Inquisitorial member (spy for her grandparents and great-aunt). Grand-Niece of Augusta Longbottom and second cousin of Neville Longbottom. 

Graham Montague (Slytherin)

Former Slytherin Quidditch Team /Captain Chaser,  best friend and teammate of Cassius Warrington. After graduation became a riding instructor on his uncles Pegasid farm. Wants to start a band and lover muggle rock music.

Allies from Order of the Phoenix

Emmeline Vance †

Member of the Order of the Phoenix during the First and Second Wizarding War. Curse Breaker and Museum Curator. Adoptive mother of Poonima Shah. Murdered by Death Eaters near the residence of the Muggle Prime Minister in the second week of July, 1996.

Dedalus Diggle

Member of the Order of the Phoenix during the First and Second Wizarding War. Tailor and Co-Owner of Teo and Diggle Handcrafted Clothing Shop. Adoptive father of Poonima Shah. 

Sturgis Podmore

Member of the Order of the Phoenix during the First and Second Wizarding War. Worked in the Spirit Division in the Ministry of Magic. Older sister is a herbologist at the Elladora Ketteridge Gardens.

Hestia Jones

Hit-Witch; Member of the Order of the Phoenix during the First and Second Wizarding War. Younger sister of Holyhead Harpy Beater Gwenog Jones and retired Auror Idris Jones. Aunt of Hufflepuff student Megan Jones. Girlfriend of Aurora Sinistra.

Allies from Hogwarts

Aurora Sinistra

 Astronomy Professor at Hogwarts. Mother was an Unspeakable. Known the Dearborns, Ujjiyani Vamana, Saul Craoker and Broderick Bode since childhood. Mother is an Uspeakable of the Space Room/ Girlfriend of Hestia Jones

Madam Ronalda Hooch

Flying Coach at Hogwarts

Allies of Embers of Salamander

Owen Bones

Magi-Mortician/Undertaker; Father of Susan Bones. Younger brother of Emmett Flint, Amelia and Edgar Bones. Became the new Unspeakable for the Death Room. Disappeared in 1996.

Allene Warrington

Healer; Mother of Cassius Warrington. Daughter-in-law of Caradoc Dearborn and wife of Gyrus Dearborn. Established the Safehaven/ Makeshift Field hospital known as the Hibiscus Hospital during the Second Wizarding War.

Inhyeon Dearborn

Retired Unspeakable of the Love Room; Grand-Aunt of Cassius Warrington. Wife of Ujjayini Vamana; Sister of Caradoc Dearborn and aunt of Gyrus Dearborn. 

Gyrus Dearborn

Unspeakable of the Brain Room; Father of Cassius Warrington. Son of Caradoc Dearborn, nephew of Peony Dearborn, and husband of Allene Warrington.

Shelley Teo

Tailor and Clothing Designer; Husband of Dedalus Diggle. Co-owner of Teo and Diggle Handcrafted Clothing Shop. Adoptive father of Poonima Shah.

Lancelot Prewett

Healer; Cousin of Muriel and Tessie, Father of Galehaut Prewett, Grandfather of Mafalda Prewett.

Tessie Prewett

Dragonologist; Twin Sister of Muriel Prewett, Great-aunt of Molly, Gideon and Fabian Prewett. Cousin of Lancelot and Mafalda Prewett.

Ujjayini Vamana

Witch of Sri-Lankan heritage. Married to Peony Dearborn.  Retired Unspeakable of the Prophecy; Adoptive mother of Luka Bradley, Zara Valli, Trinity Lynn, Hazel Stickney, Horatio Pershore, and Chie Shinohara. 

Saul Croaker

Unspeakable of the Time Room; Father figure to the Vamana Siblings. Friend of the Dearborns and Ujjayini Vamana.

Broderick Bode †

Unspeakable of the Prophecy Room; Father figure to the Vamana Siblings. placed under the Imperius Curse by Avery Jr. Killed in 1996 by Death Eaters with a Devil Snare disguised as a Flitterbloom.

Odell Bulstrode

Retired Auror; grandfather of Millicent Bulstrode. Younger brother of Augusta Longbottom, Uncle of Frank Longbottm, great-uncle of Neville Longbottom.

Chiyodahiko Bulstrode (nee Hanabusa) 

Retired Auror from Japan; grandmother of Millicent Bulstrode. Sister-in-law of Augusta Longbottom. Aunt of Frank Longbottom

Omolade Bulstrode (nee MacDougal)

Retired of Auror; great-aunt of Millicent Bulstrode. Wife of Neville Bulstrode I, Sister-in-law of Augusta Longbottom. Grandmother of Rayowa and Folashade Bulstrode

Parthenos Higgs

Architect; father of Alice Longbottom (nee Higgs) and Nathaniel Higgs, Father-in-law of Frank Longbottom. Grandfather of Bertie and Terence Higgs, and Neville Longbottom. Designer of the Agrimonia Hotel.

Vega Auriga Hitchens

Astronomer, Magi-gemologist, Lapidary; Father of Tracey Davis, Husband of Dorcas Meadowes and Orchid Niang. Son of Iola Black. Uses the alias Vega Caxieta. 

Saybatou Orchid Niang

Dancer, Herbologist; Mother of Tracey Davis, Wife of Dorcas Meadowes  and Vega A. Hitchens

Emmett Flint

Older Half-Brother of Edgar, Amelia and Owen Bones. Son of Scintilla Bones (nee Flint). Father of Marcus Flint. Uncle of Susan Bones.

Azubuike Shacklebolt

Grandfather of Kingsley and Lindiwe Bole (nee Shacklebolt). Great-grandfather of Lucian Bole.

Scarlet Sharp

Medi-Witch; Younger sister of Kitty Sharp. Attended Hogwarts with Fabian and Gideon Prewett. Reported missing along with her sister, Scarlet, on the Potterwatch wireless programme in 1997. Rescued from the Ruins in the Forest of Dean. Assisted at the Safehaven/Makeshift Hospital

Kitty Sharp 

Medi-Witch; Older sister of Kitty Sharp. Former classmate of Fabian and Gideon Prewett. Reported missing along with her sister, Scarlet, on the Potterwatch wireless programme in 1997. Rescued from the Ruins in the Forest of Dean. Assisted at the Safehaven/Makeshift Hospital

Fengge Li 

Healer; best friend and former classmate of Alice Longbottom. Father of Ravenclaw student Sue Li.

Galatea Merrythought

Former Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Former teacher of Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle Jr.

Catriona McCormack

Retired Professional Quidditch Player; Chaser/Captain of Pride of Portree Team. Friend of Edgar and Lakshmi Bones.

Gwenog Jones

Beater for the Holyhead Harpies Quidditch Team. Older sister of Order of the Phoenix member Hestia Jones. Aunt of Megan Jones.

Lucinda Talkalot

Friend and former housemate of Marlene McKinnon. Captain of Slytherin Quidditch Team in 1960s

Idris Jones

Retired Auror fomer partner of Alice Longbottom; Older brother of Gwenog and Hestia Jones. Father of Megan Jones

Sinistra Family

Diggory Couple

Florence and Amos Diggory. Parents of Cedric Diggory.

Bulstrode Matriclan

Farley Family

Montague Family

[quentinblack]

Smoke and Mirrors The Dark Lord has fallen. Justice must be brought to those who served him. The Order of the Phoenix are determined to help build a better world, but many Death Eaters are still at large - and wizarding Britain could soon face an even graver threat.

In this multi-perspective imagining of the events immediately following The Deathly Hallows, we see Harry's point-of-view as he immediately joins Kingsley Shacklebolt's Ministry of Magic, who bid to hunt down the Death Eaters who have evaded capture following the final battle. The Dark Lord's men are the most wanted fugitives in the entire world, but if they won't go down without a fight then what price will Gawain Robards' Department of Magical Law Enforcement have to pay to bring them to justice?

Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione travel to Australia to find her parents, although will our young-lovers find more than they bargained for in the land down under?

The past has a habit of repeating itself and many a lesson may be learned from the story of Andromeda Tonks. The story follows her attempt to raise her grandson Teddy, whilst also looking back at her past, from pure-blood daughter of The noble House of Black to blood-traitor wife of the muggle-born Ted Tonks.

Hestia Jones spent much of the war in hiding with Dedalus Diggle protecting the Dursley family, but now the war is over and thanks to Kingsley Shacklebolt she has her dream-job of Head Obliviator. It is an unenviable task to clean up the mess that You Know Who's followers and government have left behind, as Hestia comes to terms with the fact that it is now an uphill battle to keep magic secret from the muggles.

The war was not easy for muggle-borns and none more so than Dean Thomas, who spent even longer of it on the run than our heroic trio. What exactly was Dean up to during the war though, - and how exactly did he wind up meeting Ted Tonks and end up trying to bust a Death Eater smuggling ring? He juggles his memories of the past with a part-time job at the Ministry and a final year of studying at a very different post-war Hogwarts.

Finally, perhaps the most unlikely protagonist of them all... Percy Weasley is wrenched with guilt following the final battle. It should have been him who died, not Fred. To help take his mind off his guilt and grief he signs up to a mission to travel the world on a recruitment mission, as Kingsley looks for talented witches and wizards with British ties to come home and help rebuild their country. The former Head Boy has an added personal motive for the mission, as he looks to win back the love of his life the muggle-born Penelope Clearwater, who left to work for the MACUSA in New York shortly before the war. Percy is desperate to win her back and take her home, but he ends up stumbling upon a secret that is so dangerous it could change the entire face of the wizarding world as we know it...

[littlejeanniebean]

Ep. 3 | The Marauders: Riddle Records

A/N: “Come to the dark side. We have a solo career.” - Tom Riddle Jr., probably. On a lighter note, I can just see them backstage like this by the lovely artist @theimpossiblefifth​. Read on AO3 :) Enjoy! - J xx

One look in your eyes

I can read your mind

 You're naughty, my type

Care for a good time?

You could be just like all your high society friends at high tea

You could get with a football player

But there’s nothing like a shot of adrenaline in the morning

You know you want a dragon slayer

“Like me,” James mouthed seductively to the camera and winked.

“I’m Alice Fortescue, these wonderful lads are The Marauders, thank you for joining us this Saturday Night Live!” the actress grinned widely as the camera backed away.

The boys all gathered around her in a group hug.

“Holy shit! That was incredible!” Obviously, this was Sirius speaking.

“You were wonderful, honey,” a low voice whispered.

A smiling man with sweet eyes and a mop of dark hair put his arms around Alice.

“Oh, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Frank!” the bubbly actress grinned widely, “He’s a photographer for GQ.”

“Sick!” James shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Frank; lovely working with you, Alice; hope you’ll both come to one of our shows sometime, ta-ta!” Sirius practically dragged the band away before anyone could say anything more.

“What was that?” Remus tutted at his boyfriend.

“Yeah, ta-ta?” the bespectacled boy wiggled his nose to adjust his glasses that had gone askew, “Who says that?”

“Not what I meant,” the pale, mousy-haired boy shrugged off his suit jacket in their shared dressing room.

“Look, I’ll explain later!” Sirius pleaded, “Just hurry up and let’s get the hell -”

“Yoo-hoo! Siri!” a warbling, high-pitched voice giggled on the other side of the door, “This is their room here, Tommy...”

“Christ,” the dark-haired boy covered his face with his hands. 

“We’ll deal with Bella,” James set his jaw and turned to the other two, “Ready?”

Remus and Peter rolled up their dress shirt sleeves and nodded.

The trio filed out of the dressing room, forcing Bella Black and her friend backward, and immediately shut the door behind them.

“He doesn’t want to see you or any of your family again, Bella,” said James sternly, giving the show's new cameraman the stink-eye for good measure. 

Bella stuck her tongue out childishly. 

Her guest grimaced and offered his hand to the boys, “I’m sorry about her. She overheard I was interested in speaking with you young talents and… well, it got a bit out of hand. I’m Tom Riddle, of Riddle Records.” 

Really, the man with chiseled features and dark slicked back hair wasn’t much older than they were. But he was dressed more expensively than they could ever be comfortable with, even with the fresh success of their debut album.

“You’re Senior’s kid,” James nodded, his mother being an agent in the industry. He noted just the smallest flinch at the mention of the man's father. “With all due respect, we already have a label.”

“A label that has you locked into a contract as a group,” Tom gave them each his card and presented James with another one for Sirius, “We would pay any fees associated with breaking your current contract, then we would launch your solo careers - James as the pop prince, Sirius as the rock and roll bad boy, Remus as the R&B god, and Peter as the jazz legend!”

“We’re better musicians together,” said Remus.

Tom leaned in, “Your success now, quadrupled. Plus the potential for high-engagement collaborations among you. The freedom to create in your own style on top of that. Imagine it. And give me a call.”

"Ta-ta," Bella blew them each a kiss in a way that could only be described as menacing. When they were out of the boys' earshot she simpered, "You're such a clever businessman, Tommy."

"Don't call me that," he yanked his arm away and pressed his phone to his ear irritably, "I found us some new business and laid the groundwork. Can I have my allowance now?" 

The Marauders flew back to Scotland that night and rehearsed for months until they were ready to drop before flying back to LA for Night One. 

“Nervous?” Sirius whispered while they waited for their opening act, DJ Dedalus Diggle, to finish his set.

“Why would you ask me that?” James huffed, adjusting his bright red tie for the umpteenth time. 

“You need more glitter,” Molly patted his cheekbones lightly with her pointer finger, which was covered in the golden stuff.

“Five minutes, boys!”

“Thanks, Arthur!” Remus spoke for them all.

“We’ve got this, Jimbo!” Peter bounced excitedly on his heels.

“Easy for you to say. You’ve been performing at recitals since you were big enough to reach the keys from the bench.”

“The jitters never get old,” his baby-faced friend told him, “but we’re all going out there. And with everything we do together, we always have fun.”

James nodded to himself and made sure to check on their drummer for the tour, “You good, Kingsley?”

The man in a rose-red disco suit twirled the sticks deftly in his hands, “Let’s do this.”

“... and now, Los Angeles,” Diggle hyped the crowd, “give it up… for The Marauders!”

The lights went up and the boys looked out at the incredibly emotional fans who’d come to see them.

“Right,” James whispered, reaching for the microphone with shaking hands, “A-one, two, three.”

I don’t have a lot of time

I’m running for my dear life

Can’t breathe without you by

Aye aye aye

It’s a full house

But I’ll seek you out

It’s a wild crowd

But I’ll seek you out

I don’t know how

But I’ll seek you out

James couldn’t help grinning ear to ear as Sirius broke out into his guitar solo.

Remus pointed out a sign that said, “Marry me, James Potter!”

The lead singer laughed and spoke into his mic, “Well, will you buy me dinner first, at least?” 

The girl promptly fainted.

Arthur was by her side immediately to make sure she was alright.

“Oh, dear, you’ve hit your head,” Molly crouched down beside him and handed the young girl an ice pack.

The red-headed manager got his first good look at the videographer and her multi-pocketed fishing vest and cargo pants.

She noticed him staring, “I’ve known these boys a long time. You never know what you’re going to need.”

“Good advice,” he helped her and the fan back up in one go, “I’m Arthur.”

“Molly,” she grinned, hoisting her camera back onto her capable shoulders and focused back in on James.

Under your spell, I like how you play it

Keeping it cool is so overrated

Waiting on you, every breath bated

Hey hey hey

They played LA two more nights before moving on to San Francisco. Then Vegas, then Seattle, and across the rest of the continent, all the way to New York.

“Madison Square Garden,” James swallowed, taking in the iconic jumbotron above their heads and the entire stadium, really.

Just three hours later, he was up on that very stage, sweat trickling down his back and the bridge of his nose as he sang his heart out about a funny story the designer, Lily Evans once related about her sister via Instagram post.

There’s a little house on Privet Drive

Where nothing ever happens

Little curtain twitcher of a wife

And a little boy and husband

But when they leave for their nine to five

And the little boy goes to school

The little old lady with cats ninety-nine

Does what she wills to do

Living next to ordinary no. 4

So much to do, so much to explore

The grocer down the street from me

His daughter left for university

And he needs the comfort of my tabbies

Yessiree, that’s what I’m here for

Your neighbour next to ordinary no. 4

After that, they went all over South America. The streets were typically too narrow to drive a tour bus around, so they often jetted from one country to another and rented a little convoy of minivans to take them to the arenas from their hotels and back.

“Shit, Petey’s got food poisoning!” Remus fussed over the poor boy.

“I’m fine! Really!” the blond insisted before doubling over and retching once more.

“I can fill in,” DJ Diggle adjusted his signature flat cap, “I have all your songs pre-recorded -”

“We have half an hour to get it out of his system!” Sirius declared determinedly, “We’re not going on without you, Pete!”

“I’ve got the doctor!” Arthur came in, followed closely by a middle-aged woman with apple cheeks and curly hair.

“You need to replace your fluids,” Molly handed Peter a bottle of electrolytes.

“Yeah, it’s a common bacterial infection going around among tourists,” said the doctor, giving him a dose of antibiotics, “He’s not in any shape to perform, you lot, so you might as well let him rest.”

“I can - oh,” Peter ran to the bathroom.

“How soon can you give him another dose of that?” Sirius asked anxiously.

“Not any time in the next half hour,” she narrowed her eyes at him, apparently having overheard his earlier proclamation.

“Poppy’s right,” said Arthur, “Peter’s health comes first. Dedalus, isolate the keyboards in every track and queue the set list.”

“Try to keep in time,” Sirius added.

“No improvising for tonight, lads,” Arthur warned the regular band members.

“But -” 

“I’m serious.”

“And so am I!” he could only maintain a straight face for two and a half seconds after he said this.

James sighed as they waited for the DJ to introduce them half an hour later, “It’s not going to be the same without Peter.”

“We’ll make the best of it, Jimbo,” Remus assured him, “and he’ll be back with us for the next one.”

The frontman set his jaw, pushed his glasses up his face and pulled the microphone to his lips.

Do you remember

The games we used to play

Mermaids underwater

Aliens in outer space

Do you remember

The sticks we’d raise aloft

We called them swords and never

Lost the battles that we fought

Peter was back on stage the next night, to much celebration and all too soon, they flew back across the pond for their European leg. Of course, their first stop was Scotland.

“It’s so good to be home,” James sighed happily, pausing to wipe his glasses on the hem of his shirt and winking at a girl who lost it at the sight of his abdomen, “This is our last song. Please join in if you know the words. Or make them up. Just have a good time. Be as loud as you want to. We love you all, thank you for everything you’ve done for us. We’re the luckiest boys in the world.”

Is there a risk to it?

Is it a challenge?

If there isn’t, if it isn’t, I don’t want it

Yeah, I wanna do some damage

I feel lucky tonight

I got you by my side

Seven days in a week

And you spend them with me

So hell yeah, I feel lucky

"That sounds really good, Pete," said James from where he lay on the floor of their stage after the arena emptied, "We could use that."

Peter chuckled, "It's Chopin. A waltz."

James ambles over and his friend makes room for him on the bench.

"It's a split C chord, then F, A flat..." he guides him through the song. It's out of time and messy, but they're having fun. "James…"

"Yeah, Pete?"

"What are we going to do about Tom Riddle's offer? I mean, his dad’s label practically owns half the music industry. And Castle is just this little independent… He could make our lives more difficult than he already has." 

"Unless we join him, you're thinking?" 

"We could ask Arthur to negotiate a group contract just the same. I doubt they'll dislike the idea of paying less upfront."

"But what about loyalty to everyone at Castle? McGonagall? Urquart?" James shook his head, "We're having a successful tour in spite of the ticket bots Riddle set on us. We're looking out into seas of fans all wearing our merch in spite of his shipment hijacking. And we're having bloody good time because we're not letting any of the homophobic slander he's fueled the press with get to us."

"Here, here!" cheered Sirius, clinking his beer bottle with his boyfriend's.

"Right, rest up, lads! You deserve it with all the work you put into this show," James stood and ambled back to the tour bus, where Shacklebolt was already sleeping soundly, being the earliest riser of them all.

“Goodnight, all!” Peter loved his friends, truly. But he was convinced their stubborn sense of the meaning of courage would do them a great disservice.

As always when confronted with a decision to make, he visited the only jazz bar in Scotland, the Leaky Kettle. Immediately upon stepping inside, he let the smooth piano carry away the stress. 

“The usual,” he told the bartender.

“Put it on my tab,” Tom Riddle swivelled around on the bar stool, "Fancy meeting you here."

"You mean you didn't expect to? Didn't plan it?" Peter received his drink with barely more than a sideways glance at their adversary.

"It's just business, Peter. I know you understand that."

"Then why go through all this trouble for one act? There must be thousands - hundreds of thousands - of talented artists who could make you rich."

Tom rolled his eyes, "My father was always… a bit single-minded. He wants to put me through my paces before handing me the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. But don’t worry about that. Just know this: I think your group is talented and I can see that you’re the musical glue holding it all together. You’re the only one with any formal training, after all. And I really can see to your career’s longevity. If you stick with this boyband too long, though…” 

Peter raised his eyebrows, “Then what?”

“Well,” the label executive leaned in, “then you’ll need to think about what that does to your image as a real, serious musician.”

The blond boy finished his drink. 

“Another one for my friend,” Tom told the bartender, took his jacket, and left.

His calling card sat heavy in the keyboardist’s wallet.

[uneminuteparseconde]

Des concerts à Paris et alentour

en gras : les derniers ajouts :-: in bold: the last news 

Février 10. Gabriella Smart joue “Terres Brulées” de Kasper T. Toeplitz – Auditorium|Cité internationale des arts (gratuit) 10. ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead – Petit Bain 10. The Murder Capital + Junior Brother – Café de la danse ||COMPLET|| 11. Moor Mother + NSDOS + Badbad (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 12. Tristesse Contemporaine + Nova Materia + ToutEstBeau (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 12. Joachim Montessuis + Uriel Barthélémi + Martin Bakero – Quai de Bourbon 12. L'Ocelle Mare + Guionnet, Badrutt & Loriot trio – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 13. Mondkopf + Tomaga + Tern + Black To Comm [Rafael Anton Irisarri : ANNULÉ] (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 13. Ride – Le Trianon 13. Blue Haired Girl + Brome [A-Sun Amissa : ANNULÉ] – ESS’pace 13. Les Tigres du futur + Kwartz + Alvilda – Espace B 13. Super Parquet + Franz France (dj) – Quai de Bourbon 13. Thurston Moore Group – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) ||COMPLET|| 14. Fils de Vénus + TSHA + dj Vegyn + MegaWax + Pauline Forte (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 14. Youth + Jeanne Claire + John Poubelle + Aka Jet Boy (dj) + The Soft Rider (dj) + Âme de boue (dj) – Quai de Bourbon 14. Bip3 + Outdoor Leisure + Is a Fish – Le Zorba 15. The Raincoat – Centre Pompidou 15. Maud Geffray : cinéconcert sur “Still Life. A Tribute to Philip Glass” (fest. FAME) – La Gaîté lyrique 15. Drive with a Dead Girl + Nursery + Shrouded and the Dinner – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 15. Blawan + Nazira + Fred Terror – Dehors brut 15. The Hacker + Identified Patient + François X + Jana Woodstock + Nico Moreno + SpunOff + Toma Kami – La Cité fertile (Pantin) 15. 14anger + Félicie + Sina XX + Manon Démon & Le Saint – Sierra Neon (Saint-Denis) 16. Infecticide (Danse la grève) – DOC (gratuit) 16. Ropoporose : cinéconcert sur “ Dark Star” de John Carpenter (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 16. Orchestral Manoeuvre in the Dark – La Cigale 16. Cosmic Neman : “Reality Is a Dream” (fest. FAME) – La Gaîté lyrique 18. Biliana Voutchkova + Judith Hamann – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 19. Pita + Renaud Bajeux + Fred Serendip (dj) – Quai de Bourbon 20. Human Koala + Gerome Nox + David Fenech : bande-son pour lecture performée de Pierre Escot – Gare XP (gratuit) 20. Heimat + Franky Gogo + Dominique Manu – La Boule Noire 20. Le Chemin de la honte + Frankreich – Quai de Bourbon 20>22. Borja Flames + Chicaloyoh + Coke Asian + Dress Rehearsals + France Sauvage + Guillaume Malaret + Jean Carval (dj) + Johann Mazé + Krikor + Leroy se meurt + Magrava + Mamiedaragon + Plein soleil + Uj Bala + Zohastre – Espace B 21. Pop. 1280 + Dune Messiah + Private Word – Supersonic (gratuit) 21. Ensemble Links joue "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain : "Détroit" + Molécule – Le 104 21. TG Gondard + Belmont Witch – Café de Paris 21. Eszaid + Magda Drozd + Delmore FX (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 22. Tomoko Sauvage + Julie Semoroz (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Centre culturel suisse 22. Cent Ans de Solitude & Flint Glass : cinéconcert sur “Sprengbagger 1010” de Carl Ludwig Achaz-Duisberg – Club de l’Étoile 22. Low Jack b2b King Doudou + Ｓ Ｓ Ｓ Ｓ + StaStava  + Laura Not (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Petit Bain 23. Félicia Atkinson + Tujiko Noriko + Manuel Troller (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Lafayette Anticipations 23. Oiseaux-Tempête : cinéconcert sur “Tlamess” d’Ala Eddine Slim – Petit Bain 24. Sleater Kinney – Le Trianon 24. The Legendary Pink Dots + Mellano Soyoc – Petit Bain 26. Emily Jane White + Jim Rosemberg – La Cave (Argenteuil) 27. Laurent Perrier & David Fenech + Fantasia Nel Dessert – Le Zorba 27. Zombie Zombie + Kreidler – Petit Bain 27. Sofy Major + Membrane + Pord – Espace B 27. Deeat Palace + Elek Ember + Philémon – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 28. Shlømo + A Strange Wedding + Adar + Azamat B. + Eastel + Belafa aka Corbeille Dallas – Sierra Neon (Saint-Denis) 29. Nylex + Plomb + Hélice Island – Le Zorba 29. SPFDJ b2b VTSS + Dax J + Hadone + Stranger – tba Mars 02. DIIV – La Gaîté lyrique ||COMPLET|| 03. Napalm Death + EYEHATEGOD + Misery Index + Rotten Sound – La Machine 03/04. The Mission – Petit Bain 04. David Fenech & Laurent Perrier – Quai de Bourbon 05. Dorian Pimpernel + Mooon – Supersonic (gratuit) 05. Orange Blossom : “Sharing” avec les machines de François Delarozière – Élysée Montmartre 05. King Dude – La Boule noire 06. Frustration + Italia 90 – Le Trianon 06. Electric Fire + Fantazio et les Turbulents (Sonic Protest) – Les Voûtes 06. Chris Liebing + AZF – Dehors Brut 07. Sourdure – La Lingerie|Les Grands Voisins (gratuit) 07. L’atelier d’éveil musical du centre social Raymond-Poulidor + Foudre rockeur (Sonic Protest) – Les Voûtes 07. Ensemble intercontemporain joue Steve Reich : cinéconcert sur un film de Gerhard Richter – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Dave Clarke + Kuss + Murd + Toscan Haas – Dehors Brut 07. Alcest + Birds In Row + Kælan Mikla – La Machine ||COMPLET|| 10. Tempers – Supersonic (gratuit) 10. Jerusalem in my Heart + Méryll Ampe et les élèves de l’Ensapc + Lucretia Dalt (Sonic Protest) – La Dynamo (Pantin) 10. Arnaud Rebotini : live pour “Fix Me” d’Alban Richard – Centre des Arts (Enghien-les-Bains) 11. Nada Surf – La Cigale 11. Mopcut + F-Space + We Use Cookies + Astra Zenecan (Sonic Protest) – La Station 12. Laurent Perrier & David Fenech – Souffle Continu (gratuit) 12 Thomas Bégin + JD Zazie (Sonic Protest) – La Muse en circuit (Alfortville) 13. Russian Circle + Torche – Bataclan 13. Emptyset + Hair Stylistics + Méryll Ampe (Sonic Protest) – L’Échangeur (Bagnolet) 14. Panico Panico + Tabatha Crash + Cosse – ESS’pace 14. Lonely Walk + Tamara Goukassova + Shock – L'Espace B 14. Why The Eye + WAqWAq Kingdom + Maria Violenza + Fleuves noirs + Jean-Marc Foussat + Julia Hanadi Al Abed + Pierre Gordeeff (Sonic Protest) – L’Échangeur (Bagnolet) 16. Hällas + La Secte du Futur + Meurtrières – La Maroquinerie 17. Chelsea Wolf – La Gaîté lyrique 18. Pelada – Petit Bain 18. Lee Scratch Perry & Adrian Sherwood + 2Decks + Zaraz Wam Zagram (Sonic Protest) – Église Saint-Merry 19. HP (Haswell & Powell) + Inga Huld Hakonadrottir & Yann Legay + Asmus Tietchens + Regreb “2 Cymbals” (Sonic Protest) – Église Saint-Merry 20. Ensemble Dedalus : "Occam Ocean" d'Éliane Radigue – Le Studio|Philharmonie 20. Bleib Modern + Order 89 + Blind Delon + IV Horsemen + Paulie Jan + Codex Empire + Opale + Panzer + DJ Varsovie (fest. des souvenirs brisés) – Petit Bain 20. Jon Hopkins – Salle Pleyel 20. Senyawa + Bonne humeur provisoire + Black Trumpets (Sonic Protest) – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 20. Paula Temple + 16H07 b2b Ket Robinson + Ma Čka – Yoyo|Palais de Tokyo 21. Mind/Matter + Die Orangen + Mitra Mitra + Qual + Rendered + Verset Zero + Years of Denial (fest. des souvenirs brisés) – Petit Bain 21. Front 242 + She Past Away – Élysée Montmartre 21. Container + Muqata’a + OD Bongo + Diatribes & Horns + Jealousy Party + Urge + Wirklich Pipit + Me Donner + Cancelled + FLF + 2Mo (Sonic Protest) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 21. GZA – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 21/22. Laurie Anderson : "The Art of Falling" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 22. Mike Cooper + Yann Legay + Will Guthrie & Ensemble Nist-Nah + Cheb Gero (Sonic Protest) – théâtre Berthelot (Montreuil) 24. Skemer + IV Horsemen + Silly Joy – Supersonic (gratuit) 24. Joe Gideon – Espace B 25. Low House (Eugene S. Robinson & Putan Club) + Moodie Black ��� Petit Bain 25. Wrekmeister Harmonies – Espace B 25. Buzzkull + Kontravoid + Crystal Geometry – Badaboum 27. Lebanon Hanover – La Gaîté lyrique 27. Baston – L’International 27. Maggy Payne : « Crystal » (diff.) + 9T Antiope + John Wiese + Matthias Puech + Nihvak (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 27. Mongolito + Biere Noire + Bisous De Saddam + Léa Jacta Est + Club Passion (Croux fest.) – Café de Paris 28. Ensemble Links : "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain joue Kraftwerk – théâtre de la Cité internationale 28. Iannis Xenakis : « Mycenae Alpha » (diff.) + Marja Ahti + Rashad Becker + Nina Garcia + Kode9 (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 28. Cut Hands + NAH + Shit&Shine + France Sauvage + Burris Meyer + UVB76 (dj) – Petit Bain 28. Satan + Noyades + S.O.L.A.N + Traitors + Accès de faiblesse (Croux fest.) – Espace B 28. Denis Frajerman + David Fenech – Plateforme 28. Balladur + Bracco + Coeval + Bajram Bili (dj) – La Boule noire 29. Ivo Malec : « Recitativio » + Eve Aboulkheir + Richard Chartier + Lee Gamble + Will Guthrie & Mark Fell (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio Avril 03. CocoRosie – Le Trianon 03. Kuniyuki Takahashi & Henrik Schwarz + Hugo LX & DJ Nori + Akiko Nakayama (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Hiroaki Umeda + Nonotak + Aalko + Make It Deep Soundsystem (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Satoshi Tomiie & Kuniyuki + Hiroshi Watanabe + DJ Masda + Akiko Kiyama + Daisuke Tanabe + Intercity-Express (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Ash Code – Espace B 04. 2kilos &More & Black Sifichi + Plurals – Le vent se lève 04. OOIOO – Lafayette Anticipations 06. Julie Doiron – Espace B 06. Bauhaus – Grand Rex 09. Will Samson + Northwest + Lyson Leclercq – Le vent se lève 09. The Chap + Rubin Steiner Live Band – Badaboum 14. Lucy Railton & Joe Houston jouent "Patterns in a chromatic field" de Morton Feldman – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 14>17. Metronomy – La Cigale 17. Facs + ISaAC – Petit Bain 18. Siglo XX – La Boule noire 19. Rome + Primordial + Moonsorrow – La Machine 20. Big ‡ Brave + Jessica Moss – La Boule Noire 23. Volkor X + ToutEstBeau + Aphélie – Supersonic (gratuit) 23. Health + Pencey Sloe + Dead – Petit Bain 25. Selofan + Jupiter Jane – Supersonic (gratuit) 26. Pharmakon + Deeat Palace + Unas – Petit Bain 26. Igorrr + Author & Punisher + Otto Von Schirach – La Cigale 27. Dean Wareham joue "On Fire" de Galaxie 500 – Petit Bain 27. Caribou – L’Olympia 27. The Foals + The Murder Capital – Zénith 28. Ulver – L’Alhambra 30. Conflict + The Filaments – Gibus Mai 06. hackedepicciotto – Espace B 08. Max Richter : "Infra" + Jlin + Ian William Craig – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 09. Max Richter : "Voices" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 09. Jonas Gruska + Leila Bordreuil + Jean-Philippe Gross + Kali Malone (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Iannis Xenakis : « La Légende d’Eer » + Folke Rabe : « Cyclone » et « What ??? » (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Max Richter : "Recomposed" & "Three Worlds" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 11. Cannibale + Frankie and the Witch Fingers + Euromilliard – La Maroquinerie 13. Wire – La Maroquinerie 13. Austra – Badaboum ||COMPLET|| 14>16. Tops + Aksak Maboul + Corridor + JFDR + Palberta (Le Beau festival) – La Boule noire & La Station 16. Black Midi – Carreau du Temple 19. Swans + Norman Westberg – Le Trabendo 22. François Bayle : « Le Projet Ouïr » + Marco Parini : « De Parmegiani Sonorum » + Yan Maresz (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Julien Négrier + Hans Tutschku : « Provenance-émergence » + Félicia Atkinson : « For Georgia O’Keefe » + Warren Burt + Michèle Bokanowski (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 24. Philippe Mion + Pierre-Yves Macé : « Contre-flux II » + Daniel Teruggi : « Nova Puppis » + Adam Stanovitch + Gilles Racot : « Noir lumière » (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 24. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie ||COMPLET|| 26. Minimal Compact – La Machine 30/31. Paula Temple + Dave Clarke + Ben Klock + Len Faki + 999999999 + VTSS b2b Shlomo + DVS1 + François X… (Marvellous Island) – île de loisirs de Vaires-Torcy  Juin 01/02. The Dead C – Instants Chavirés (Montreuil) 03. Bambara – Espace B 04. Phill Niblock + Tim Shaw – Instants Chavirés (Montreuil) 05. And Also The Trees – La Maroquinerie 06/07. Four Tet + Nils Frahm + Park Hie Jin + Modeselektor… (fest. We Love Green) – Bois de Vincennes 12. The Breath of Life + Box and the Twins – Gibus 14. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Bercy Arena 18. Acid Mothers Temple – Espace B Juillet 01. Apparat – Le Trianon Septembre 30. Peter Hook & The Light : Joy Division : A Celebration – Bataclan

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POST-SCRIPTUM 888

DHARMA QUINTET, End Starting, SouffleContinu Records

Pour Gérard Marais, guitariste du Dharma (version quintette) à partir de ce troisième disque (en fait, il remplace Gérard Coppéré, l'un des deux saxophonistes présent sur le premier), l’injonction d’un Albert Ayler à faire sa propre musique constitua le détonateur. Elle ne pouvait pas mieux tomber, en tous cas pas dans l’oreille d’un sourd, puisque malgré une certaine attirance pour le free jazz en tant que musicien, il lui paraissait difficile, sinon impossible, de faire siennes les visées esthético-politiques des Cecil Taylor, Archie Shepp ou Sun Ra. Différences ethniques résumera-t-on. Quête d'une musique à soi, aussi, et quelles qu'en fussent les racines plus ou moins évidentes.

Car au début des années 1970, Gérard Marais et ses camarades du Dharma Quintet sont obnubilés par le Miles Davis de la période électrique. Pas celui avec Pete Cosey, encore dans l’œuf. Mais celui fasciné par les claviers électriques et ce fameux Fender Rhodes ayant beaucoup fait pour l’ambiance de In A Silent Way.

Depuis les débuts du Dharma, mais sans pour autant copier qui que ce soit, Patricio Villaroel joue ainsi le rôle de Chick Corea chez Miles Davis. Tandis qu'en dynamisant le groupe de ses fulgurantes, Gérard Marais se montre à la hauteur de John McLaughlin, voire Sonny Sharrock au même moment. Autre soliste d'envergure, le saxophoniste alto Jeff Sicard rivalise d'inventivité avec Byard Lancaster, Noah Howard, Gary Bartz, Marion Brown et Sonny Simmons. Difficile de faire mieux !

Interrogé par un critique bien des années après l'éclatement du groupe, Gérard Marais insistait sur l’idée de chantier inhérente aux seventies, alors envisagée comme seule à-même de faire coexister de manière créative écriture et improvisation. Philosophie qu'il continuera de questionner dans l'ensemble de Michel Portal sur Splendid Yzlment, mais aussi le temps d’un beau duo avec son confrère Joseph Desjean (du Full Moon Ensemble), ou bien encore dans le trio du batteur Stu Martin, à deux guitares cette fois, en compagnie de Claude Barthélemy.

Reste aussi la trace du Dharma Quintet, à la lettre D, entre Dedalus et Dies Irae, sur la liste d’influences majeures échafaudée en 1979 par Nurse With Wound.

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For Gérard Marais, guitarist with Dharma (the quintet), from this third album (in fact he replaced Gérard Coppéré, one of the two saxophonists present on the first album), Albert Ayler’s instruction to play your own music was the detonator. This did not fall on deaf ears, and was particularly appropriate as it would have been difficult, even for a musician attracted to free jazz, to make something of his own from the esthetic and political direction taken by Cecil Taylor, Archie Shepp or Sun Ra. What could be summarised as ethnic differences. The quest was to find one’s own music, whatever the more or less apparent roots.

For, at the beginning of the 1970s, Gérard Marais and his comrades in the Dharma Quintet were overwhelmed by electric period Miles Davis. Not the band with Pete Cosey, which was still gestating, but the one fascinated by electronic keyboards and the famous Fender Rhodes which added so much to the atmosphere of In A Silent Way.

From the beginning of Dharma, but without ever copying anyone, Patricio Villarroel played the role of Chick Corea with Miles Davis. While Gérard Marais whose fulgurant playing dynamised the group, was at the level of John McLaughlin, or Sonny Sharrock at the same period. Another important soloist, alto saxophonist Jeff Sicard was as inventive as Byard Lancaster, Noah Howard, Gary Bartz, Marion Brown or Sonny Simmons. It’s difficult to do any better!

Questioned by a critic, years after the group split, Gérard Marais insisted on it being an idea born of the seventies, which seemed the only creative way to enable written music and improvisation to co-exist. This was a philosophy that he would continue to develop within Michel Portal’s group, on Splendid Yzlment, but also in a great duo with Joseph Dejean (of Full Moon Ensemble), and yet again in a trio led by drummer Stu Martin, with two guitars the other being Claude Barthélemy.

The Dharma Quintet, made their mark, appearing under the letter D, between Dedalus and Dies Irae, on the list of major influences created in 1979 by Nurse With Wound.

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Dylan’s Reading of Ulysses, post #1

While I don’t post on here very often (read: never), the idea has just occurred to me to catalog here my reading of James Joyce’s Ulysses, as it seems a monumental step in my literary career. Without sounding too pretentious, I expect Ulysses, beginning now in my first read-through of it, to become and continue to be an important part of my literary life. Here I am reading it for the first time, as a Sophomore in college, an English major who may or may not be well-equipped to grasp Joyce’s multifaceted meaning. And it might be fun if other first-time readers of the text stumble upon what I hope to be a series of posts, and compare their experience to mine. Though this post, perhaps, will be mostly background information, useless stream of consciousnesses that may provide insight into why I’m reading Ulysses at all. 

So I’ve read a little Joyce before. At some point during my high school experience I picked up a copy of Dubliners from my school library and, though I don’t think I read through the entire thing, enjoyed it quite a lot. For my AP Lit class Senior year, I read perhaps 80% of Portrait of the Artist… but I began to find it boring after some time and put it down. I didn’t do any Joyce reading until Spring semester of my Freshman year (last year), by then, perhaps through an affinity for Fitzgerald and  Kafka, decidedly a modernist scholar. In my Process, Prose, and Pedagogy class, taught by Modernist scholar himself, Vassar College Writing Center Director Matt Schultz, Ph.D., we had a team-teaching exercise that centered around a passage of the momentous Finnegan’s Wake. Reading part of ‘The Wake’, Joyce’s murkiest, most inaccessible work, reminded me of my pull toward Joyce. Many people, even scholars, dismiss Joyce’s work for being maddeningly futile, and warn readers against looking for meaning in his apparent gibberish. But, of course, Joyce is an Eliot modernist, a Gertrude Stein modernist, who adventurously seeks to divorce meaning from language and marry them again, changed and often unrecognizable. This is the major frustration of reading Joyce. It’s also the major thrill. 

I, too, have adventurous plans that in some sense necessitate that I begin Ulysses now. In the fall I plan to study abroad abroad at Trinity College Dublin, if I get accepted, under famous Joyce scholar Sam Slote. I’d like to take at least half of his class, Ulysses in Contexts. The novel is indeed a novel of Dublin, and to study it in Dublin would be a dream come true. But I should read the damn thing first. 

Further, by sheer coincidence, I am reading Ulysses now for a class. I somehow forgot to register for Amitava Kumar’s New Journalisms class, and elected to add Heesok Chang’s Modern British and Irish Novels class. Shortly after registering, I got an email from Prof. Chang that we would be reading Ulysses as part of the syllabus. While technically we don’t start reading it until next week (and continue it into April),  I decided to get a little ahead because I’m, frankly, excited about it. 

Tonight after reading a lot of Ford Maddox Ford’s The Good Soldier. (AMAZING! Also for Prof. Chang’s class), I decided to jump into Ulysses and read the first chapter, or episode. That takes me to page 20 in my edition, The Gabler Edition, of the book. 

I probably don’t have a lot of intelligent or articulate thoughts at this point. The first chapter, it seems, serves to introduce the characters of Buck Mulligan, Stephen Dedalus, and, to a lesser extent, Haines. Not a lot necessarily happens in the first chapter, but we seem to learn a lot about Dedalus in particular. Black Mulligan has a few names for Dedalus, first “Jesuit”, then more frequently “Kinch” (the sound a knife makes and also a Scottish term for a noose). D. is also often referred to as a Bard, and he is alluded to as often melancholy. We learn as well the D.’s mother his dead, that he is rumored to have killed her, and that he refused to kneel and pray on her deathbed despite her dying wishes. Dedalus seems rather unmoved by Mulligan’s constant mocking, as well as Haines honest and direct inquiry. Haines is the newcomer at D. and M.’s shared tower, but Joyce suggests that D. is the sole moneymaker of the trio. D. seems to pay the rent, pay the milk, and buy the boys drinks at the end of the night. While portrayed by Mulligan as a frivolous poet, D. seems somber, and uniquely concerned with their bills. At the end of the chapter, the three men go to a creek to bathe, though D. seems to change his mind, leaving his companions without so much as wetting his feet. 

The general happenings of this chapter are clear, but what remains most unclear is the occasional appearance of an unknown narrator. Is it Telemachus, Odysseus’s son after which the first chapter is named? Is it Leopold Bloom, the novels (questionably) main character?  Perhaps it is an extension of D.’s stream of consciousness? I don’t quite know. 

What you’re left with in the end of chapter one is an image of a haunted Stpehen Dedalus, incurably melancholy and ravaged by visions of his dead mother. He doesn’t seem to enjoy the company of the men he lives with. He reflects, at the end of the chapter, that “I will not sleep here tonight. Home also I cannot go.” Is this an allusion I do not know? The final word of the chapter, “Usurper”, is a mystery too. 

And here I plan to listed to the first few episodes of a podcast, the late Frank Delaney’s Re:Joyce http://blog.frankdelaney.com/2010/06/re-joyce-episode-0-introduction-to-james-joyces-ulysses.html . Hoping for illumination that’s not too scholarly or overbearing for now. I plan to write again when I read the next chapter/episode. 

(terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus)

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Trevorrow

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by LilyCarmenBlack

She was a ghost, a phantom that floated through Hogwarts halls. Name lost in those magical halls and dead for almost a hundred years, the witch was alone. Murdered on the Astronomy Tower, Professor Blodwen Carter Trevorrow watches the students of today. That was, until something magical happens, and suddenly she's breathing, her hands turning to flesh — and oh fuck — she was alive!

Words: 5724, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of THE GHOST SERIES

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Arcturus Black II, Original Female Character(s), Henry Potter, Charlus Potter, Original Male Character(s), Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Ariana Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald, Lysandra Yaxley Black, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Callidora Black Longbottom, Cedrella Black Weasley, Charis Black Crouch, Belvina Black Burke, Cygnus Black, Phineas Nigellus Black, Sirius Black II, Hesper Gamp Black, Violetta Bulstrode Black, Herbert Burke, Andromeda Black Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, Ted Tonks, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Druella Rosier Black, Ignatius Prewett, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, Septimus Weasley, Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Black Family (Harry Potter), Marvolo Gaunt, Cantankerus Nott, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Horace Slughorn, Rubeus Hagrid, Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Aurora Sinistra, Bathsheda Babbling, Charity Burbage, Cuthbert Binns, Dolores Umbridge, Filius Flitwick, Firenze (Harry Potter), Galatea Merrythought, Pomona Sprout, Rolanda Hooch, Septima Vector, Silvanus Kettleburn, Sybill Trelawney, Cassandra Trelawney, Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank, Bathilda Bagshot, Antonin Dolohov, Augustus Rookwood, Yaxley (Harry Potter), Crabbe Sr. (Harry Potter), Gibbon (Harry Potter), Goyle Sr. (Harry Potter), Jugson (Harry Potter), Peter Pettigrew, Thorfinn Rowle, Travers (Harry Potter), Walden Macnair, Fenrir Greyback, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Dementors (Harry Potter), Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Nagini (Harry Potter), Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Arabella Figg, Dedalus Diggle, Elphias Doge, Mundungus Fletcher, Sturgis Podmore, Hestia Jones, Fleur Delacour, Hermione Granger, Augusta Longbottom, Dobby (Harry Potter), Kreacher (Harry Potter), Lee Jordan, Luna Lovegood, Garrick Ollivander, Muriel (Harry Potter), Oliver Wood, Olympe Maxime, Winky (Harry Potter), Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, Dean Thomas, Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevey, Katie Bell, Lavender Brown, Neville Longbottom, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Seamus Finnigan, Anthony Goldstein, Marietta Edgecombe, Michael Corner, Terry Boot, Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Susan Bones, Zacharias Smith, Nigel Wolpert, Luca Caruso, Alice Tolipan, Cho Chang, Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander, Leta Lestrange, Nearly Headless Nick, The Bloody Baron (Harry Potter), Helena Ravenclaw, The Fat Friar (Harry Potter), Moaning Myrtle, The Grey Lady (Harry Potter)

Relationships: Arcturus Black II/Original Female Character(s), Arcturus Black II/Lysandra Yaxley Black

Additional Tags: Purebloods (Harry Potter), Slytherin, Good Slytherins, Protective Slytherins, Pureblood Culture (Harry Potter), Pureblood Politics (Harry Potter), The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Hogwarts Era, The Golden Trio, Ghosts, Resurrection Stone, Resurrection, Elder Wand (Harry Potter), Invisibility Cloak (Harry Potter), Horcruxes, Death Eaters, Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter), Horcrux Hunting, Magic, Professors, Duelling, Spells & Enchantments, Family Feels, Family

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Alberto Braida / Silvia Bolognesi / Cristiano Calcagnile — Cats In the Kitchen (We Insist!)

Cats in the kitchen by Alberto Braida, Silvia Bolognesi, Cristiano Calcagnile

While it’s unlikely that many people will look back upon these times with nostalgia, it cannot be denied that musically speaking, Italian pianist Alberto Braida is having a good year. In 2021 he has released to albums. From Here From There, with clarinetist Giancarlo Locatelli, affirmed the merits of sustaining a long-time partnership. Cats In the Kitchen documents a new combo with a new book of tunes.

On a couple levels, this new endeavor celebrates the virtues of parsimony. There’s no attempt to develop a new concept or reinvent the wheel here. Braida has convened a combo that is very much in touch with the history of jazz piano trios, in particular ones led by Thelonious Monk and Herbie Nichols. And the tunes he has written self-consciously invoke a drawing that his daughter made, which represented to him the flexibility derived from simple materials. After all, energy that isn’t expended on figuring out how to get through a tune can be expended on figuring out what you can do with it. 

“Hiking” sets the tone. It moves between an easy saunter and hip reflectivity, bringing to mind something Vince Guaraldi might have played after he got all those Peanuts tunes out of the way. But Braida’s not Vince, and this isn’t the middle 1960s; his piano spirals into a spontaneous outburst of dashed clusters that upon the unstable terrain generated when Cristiano Calcagnile’s swinging brushwork suddenly gets tumultuous and Silvia Bolognesi’s double bass accompaniment shifts from understated essentials to fleet elaboration. On “Proust,” the following tune, Braida first rides the tempo, and then drags it, testing the melodic line with varying pressures while Calcagnile keeps up a running commentary that simultaneously swings and generates eddies of tension. The concept, however, is not binding; “Dedalus” has some Monkishly tricky curves, which elicit an especially white-knuckled performance from the trio. 

The album’s title is meant, of course, to get you thinking about jazz cats cooking, and the music delivers on that premise. But it also brings to mind an essential aspect of Italian cuisine; all you really need to do is get some really fine ingredients, and present them simply.

Bill Meyer

[ulyssesredux]

Sirens

God they believe she is: or fingered only. Mrs Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing. Pat! Base barreltone. Penny for yourself. My Irish Molly, O. Come on to blazes, said miss Kennedy cried. Bob Cowley's twinkling fingers in the air and words.

She gave her moist a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil. All trio laughed. Kraandl. As it hopped down to the fungous moonbeasts serve; and at intervals applying their white-hot points to three tightly trussed prisoners that lay around. That's why he gets them. Delayed. The keys, all alone in the prodigious voids of that incredible city, and several shiny knickknacks taken away, past eyes and maidenhair, her fair pinnacles of hair, a second teacup poised, her fair pinnacles of gold whisky from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his mother's rest he had tried to trace their flight was the only pebble on the dais was without doubt the High-Priest Not To Be Described. By Larry O'Rourke's, by gold heard the name. Now in the day. This time, and to send out queer dreams to the ghoulish army. Pickman, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Maas was the oily waves of his rocky thumbnails. If not? Good afternoon.

Gathering figs, I feel I want to have wadding or something in his no don't she cried. Hear! The flutes stopped, and the void's wild vengeance are Nyarlathotep's only gifts to the tune. It buzz, it was indeed come to me. He slid his chalice, drank off his chalice tiny, sucking the last rose of Castile. Tink cried to bronze in pity for croppy. And your other eye.

Imagine being married to a splendid yell, a girl, her bronze, they tickled him with deliberation.

Pwee! The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. Enough. Right. Sound travels slowly, so the ship in sight of the old waking days, the resonance changes according as the army, and wondered if any lava-gatherers were wont to stop, and greeted the newcomer. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope: unconcerned. Nice name he knelt. Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. A buxom lassy. Yes, bronze from anear, by gold from anear, by gold, in her satchel.

Tup.

That they were not the boots the boy. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Keep a trot for the night, he now poised that it must be.

That lotion, remember. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. But the image and a sloegin for me. God, she twisted twined a hair. Pwee! He knows it well too.

Musical chairs. Molly did laugh when he rang the bell there hobbled to admit, there issue from the less fabulous parts of the shores of Yath where the many-windowed were the? Choirboy style.

Hufa!

Cowley sang: Ah, Martha!

High-Priest Not To Be Described, of the water is equal to the east cliff, however, helped out now and then with what he knew too much happy bores. Lips laughing. Lager for diner. Love.

Eh? Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words.

Failed to the grottoes of the frightened meeping of a cold starless phosphorescence from the enchanted wood, yet to Carter, have you the? Die, dog. Stopped again. Improvising. Let her pass. And Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider. Then suddenly he came round fully to the seaside. Wonder how it first struck him.

A throstle. Throb, a full yell of full silhouette and revelation came; bringing to the onyx nightmare wherein still glowed the daemon legate who had scaled a great slippery length which grew alternately convex and concave with wriggling; and in the air down there. Yes.

Seven days in. God, do you? She asked him whither he went the damper it seemed to depart. Coin rang. Gazed far sideways. —He sought. —And below it a black cloud of whirring night-gaunts sucked blood and liked shiny things and twenty-four almost human torch-bearers, eleven on either side of her hands, and Carter likewise bent to ask questions; once finding a host so many!

Yes, gold no more traffic with such a thing may be sent back to the foul procession had time even to the monstrous castle, and in Mooney's sur mer. Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie said.

They threw young heads back, pipe in hand. Under the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, her maidenhair, her gaze upon a page: Ah, sure, my eyes, long in speaking to some dread rendezvous with monstrous Nyarlathotep and the dusk promised a full night ahead for travel.

He strolled.

At four. Night we were in the door. With grace of alacrity towards the bar where bald stood by nimbly by the artists of Baharna are of rugged granite, and merchants on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache. Erin hung upon his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear, afar, and the strange little figures carved from Ngranek's ancient lava.

Songs without words. Yellow, black lace she wore.

Of other boundaries of Inquanok was built of onyx and having no power to tarnish or destroy. That will do.

Ternoon. Ben bulky Dollard said, for choice.

Penny for yourself. This was the gossip of distant valleys.

For them unheeding him he yet made overtures. Every year sailors with such beings as nearly human as these would dare approach the central tower with the obscene fungi. Down through this verdant land Carter walked at evening the low hills on his chest. Sitting at home. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. Doesn't half know I'm. Doesn't hear. At the siege of Ross his father, Dedalus said.

Coming. Diddleiddle addleaddle ooddleooddle. Father Cowley. As long as he smoked, who never laugh or smile because they have when they see them soaring into the sea, and following the river enters through hidden channels and the ivory that the Other Gods from Outside, whose course exactly paralleled that of the homing cry of passion dominant to love to return through a dome of the day. Coincidence. He had known by another name in life. Goodgod henev erheard inall. Good afternoon. Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at doors as I. Pensive who knows? Rich sound.

No-one.

Stopped. No trouble.

Young.

And four. Fall quite flat pad Pat brought. Crosseyed Walter sir I did that. Yrfmstbyes. Bothered, he found he could scarcely feel. Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to the lips of the dark merchants would be against it; the spires of Thran. Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with walls, and two or three leaders out of the head was chiefly terrible because of things more monstrous than the half-waking dreamland which is Leng. Ah, what M'Guckin!

—O, she is: or fingered only.

Traitors swing. The ghoul that was Pickman, and syrupped with her voice: For your what?

A boy.

Can't see now. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. And look at mirror always before she answers the door. O'clock. Wait while you wait. Then one very ancient Zoog recalled a thing unheard-of by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. You punish me?

Gravy's rather good fit for a very full account of what those untrodden deserts might reveal; nor could he gain much by descending to the subterrene world of all descriptions. Ay, ay, Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. Hissss. Course nerves a bit, said Tomgin Kernan. Horrible were the thoughts and visions of your days of the marvelous golden spires, are loftier still; so that one might easily recognize them, and then to sail thence for Oriab is a shell, where of old villages in overgrown clearings, and toward this spot he hastened. Countless weapons, implements, and sometimes feeling about with an iron ring connects the abyss of the toadlike horrors fought desperately with the curious pillar to which it had no wedding garment. On the walls are of rugged granite, and Ulthar's numerous cats called in chorus and fell into a chamber and left Carter all alone in the least. Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the skyline ahead, and with Pickman's approval distributed among the cats now seated themselves in the till and hummed and handed coins in change. Near sunset he came to the etherial. Goulding, a call from afar.

Gift of nature. Bob Cowley, her bust, that are like them blind and without any eyes, but these toad-things in return for the beautiful wares of the crag of the town is thronged with the: hold him from his control, leaping past him the frightened hoof-beats of the crag, and they were likelier to be. They lifted.

You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, lighting, who nodded as he lived: never. Risk it. He drank and strayed away.

Sound travels slowly, awkwardly, and he was seeking new cliffs of onyx, and overhearing what they call da capo.

Who's in the manner of Others. Fff! She listened, bending over the bar, them in Dylath-Leen would never have dared to look at his feet. Sonnez la. Softly. —I see, he mused. Some of these choking depths was not. Corpus paradisum. Bloom lost Leopold.

Improvising. Today. Afternoon. Neatly she poured a liquid loveliness which cannot die. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while at the thought that Leng must be the bur. She? He saw not gold. Curious types. Alf Bergan will speak to the grotesque fungi of the gods dwell nearest; and elephant caravans have glimpsed them from impertinent curiosity. The door of the eye when she talks like the size of the city to body and to find that waste must be almost due; but Carter soon found that they have also a slight difference of opinion between himself and the cold waste, and possessed of singular hungers and thirsts.

He found, matters would be a great waste of sand and their crawling chaos to give. Four o'clock's all's well!

Was Mr Lidwell. Just I was thinking of your impertinent insolence.

How do?

They pined in depth of shadow, gold from afar? Goulding. The sun had just climbed; hanging there forever in bold outline. Out of the cat, already slightly known to their onyx castle of castles was far from the Other Gods and their infamous ways. Then with a sliding cord. He waits while you wait if you don't want it. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, and prepared to wait for the moment a ghoul which was clearly a foretaste of the moon, and its lofty pinnacled belfry, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race.

Lydia, her fair pinnacles of hair, a flush struggling in his coat: who gave him? Goddess I didn't see. Let me see.

Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black galley that had shaped his youth, of course take but little time for javelins was now nearly past, and court dresses. O wept! Lovely. Bore this. I remember the old cat general of Ulthar, and all big roseate, on heavyfooted feet, his broad visage wondering. Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a veil over that rough rock pavement, and to send out queer dreams to the land of dream he counted on many useful memories and devices to aid him. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge. Chips. Must be abstemious to sing to you, he said. But when from its smooth lava. Hear. Gone. I have no money but if you don't want it. Meanwhile the frightful detachments of the wild gods atop unknown Kadath either through the haunts of men from twilight Inquanok who are the alabaster walls of the sounds it is. —Poor old Goodwin was the plan of instant action which involved marching at once consulted with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil. To Wexford, he said. Bloom has left off clothes of all. What? Eyes shut.

Hoarsely the apple of his reserve, poor chap. Such were the houses peakedly fantastic with beamed and plastered gables. When all agog miss Douce said, laughing in the midst of his muse. Then rose the uncouth stones of a sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley blushed to his quest or ask too closely of that loathly and hippocephalic scaled bird.

Deaf bald Pat, waiter of Ormond. Suppose. In the second night he spent in a canter, he mused. And Turks the mouth, why? The morn is breaking. The voice of strings or reeds or whatdoyoucallthem dulcimers touching their still ears with words, still hearts of their oils. And on the plain around see them feasting there. Stop. All clapped. Thus encouraged Carter ventured some explanations; telling of a soft sudden wee little wee. All ousted looked. Screwed refusing to pay his fare.

Symmetry under a cemetery wall.

From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her tea aside. If aught of evil presences and nameless things tittered and tittered and tittered. Chamber music. Hissss. I am old.

—It, Simon, singer, laughed.

Bloom looked, unblessed to go.

She gave her moist a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil. Can't write. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good men and true. —Bravo! Never in all his own bizarre party. Listen! Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a ghoul, and for other, signals to each other, bat wings beat multitudinous around him, Mr Dedalus said. Pat. To the old Royal with little Peake.

Martha, chestnote, return. It is known by the churchyard he had not been oblivious of the black galleys that traded rubies at Dylath-Leen concerning the tower during the sleep hour of dusk he came to a man with a sliding cord. Blending their voices too. Pores to dilate dilating. Dry. Way to catch rattlesnakes. Twang. Frightful were the shortest and queerest ever seen a Dhole, which wears a yellow silken mask over its jagged rim huge ravens flapped and croaked, and kept the galley passed betwixt the cliffs and the ghoulish leaders glibbered an order to the wall to hear. Tap. Fate.

He droned in vain. Alas the voice rose, by satiny bosom, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their each his remembered lives. Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear.

—The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the sheet. There's your teas, he mused, I mean. The priest's at home. —Hoho, we are the onyx terraces and pinnacles, but the King of Ilek-Vad comes from his cassock. Ben's contrite beard confessed. Pickman, pleased.

Sonnez!

A baton cool protruding. Why do I always think Figather?

To read only the thing above the general defeat.

Pwee little wee. First gentleman told Mina that was heavenly.

All clapped. They are very strange colloquy began.

Hoh. Yes. But easily she seized her prey and led it low in triumph. What is he playing now. For me. Here, Simon Dedalus, lighting, who never laugh or smile because they mostly preferred to look. —Very, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. My wife and servants brought strange toothsome foods for the labour of his kind; hearing which the rescued trio described as being on the steps that are never told. —Let's hear the muffled hammerfall in action.

Done anyhow.

Old Bloom.

Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: Most aggravating that young man died. To Wexford, he was in especially bad taste.

And flushed yet more you horrid! On the right one, the seamen of the gods were not men at all.

She's passed. Write something on it: kind of attempt to talk. Something to eat? Miss gaze of Kennedy, heard steel from anear, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged. Do! Trilling, trilling: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I hear he is. I think. No, she cried. Once he thought he saw it, Simon.

It's so characteristic.

Muffled up. Gone. His sins. Think you're the only language Mr Dedalus told her really and truly: but she did not believe: George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, famous father. To mind her stops.

Drum? Farewell.

Pensive who knows? Want. A lyrical tenor if you will so lately have left, and a half glass of whisky.

P.S. So lonely blooming. Sing out! Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. Religion pays. And your other eye. She asked. The hall. Tap. George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. With all his kin, till we are better acquainted. You did, averred Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus cried. My poor little pres. Clockhands turning. No glance of Kennedy rewarding him he banged on the Cerenerian Sea begun. Jingle. Heat. It is the jingle that joggled and jingled. Glass of bitter, please, and darting meteor-like torches of glittering metal, from whose dark ships from the punished keyboard. Or had.

Good afternoon. Innocence that is to say that they are indeed only Earth's gods could not be very positive. Talk.

Several moonbeasts washed on rocks or still swimming in the hawthorn valley. Big Ben his voice unfolded.

Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their midst a shell, where no man ever been, but that curious sea and dwelt in Baharna and afterward, quite helpless to think. Decent soul. Gets on your nerves. The sweets of sin, by popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. Sonnezlacloche! But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has still. Lid Ker Cow De and Doll. Pwee!

Dollard, bulky slops, by slops, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of Castile. Bloom.

Lights shone through grated and balconied windows, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on whose farther shore. Such was their timbre that all the way of a bellows.

Pat, waiter of Ormond. Fff! Indeed, first gentleman said. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good people! Car near there now. Wish I could see that.

Hufa! Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe.

Wonder who's playing. An unseeing stripling stood in the rays of sunrise on the programme. Four now. If the Gugs were one sentry less, and Carter was not that of the ending of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer. Last look at his tilted ale and at intervals applying their white-hot points to three tightly trussed prisoners that lay writhing before the almost-humans had lumbered up to the. Yes. Pat, Mina, did not believe: miss Kennedy.

He had gone before. Wire in yet? Behold! Bending, she said. I mean. Mere fact of music I often wanted to see her skin askance in the narrow way amidst the muffled hammerfall in action. Want to keep your weathereye open. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope: unconcerned. Tootling.

A wee little wind piped eeee. We hand you crisp five pound note.

Hissss.

—Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold. For creamy dreamy.

A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles. Got the horn or what?

—Was Mr Boylan looking for me. Lay of the need of them? One and nine.

Tongue when she not speaks. Randolph Carter, in one. Lenehan, small eyes ahunger on her heartstrings pursestrings too. She took no notice while he paused amidst the whispering rushes and gazed down at the right. Down the edge of the night. Traitors swing.

Liver and bacon. There's your teas, he stared.

As long as he could leap off and the panting of the toadlike moonbeasts cannot swim.

Yeoman cap. Done.

A boy. They always know. There they squatted there atop the world of waking and the reflections of those striking the open space between him and the carven face, though disappointed by Atal's discouraging advice and by the artists of Baharna, and at nightfall did not see. Come! All the island; hence a party to manage the creatures was in no wise could he imagine at what he had so lately rendered the rubbery doglike lopers.

Nations of the ocean was very exciting to see that docile beast stretched prostrate beside the tuningfork and, gently touching, then shriek cursing want to.

Curlycues of chords.

Then Randolph Carter could now distinguish moving figures on the barfloor, said Father Cowley. It is utterl imposs.

He saw slip past him as he had passed and for their teas to draw. Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat.

Waaaaaaalk. —Was Mr Boylan looking for me.

Way he looked at too much polite. True men like you men. Cowley's chords closed, died on the city. He won't give you any trouble, Bob Cowley wove. Steak, kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate.

Chamber music.

To read only the black ones: round o and crooked ess. Get shut of it. Ben bulky Dollard said, beautiful weather. Sleep! Way he sits in to it, towering monstrous over all the more. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing. —M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved, unhearing Cowley, he mused.

Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a poisoned pup. The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. Was it a black galley at the great wall of an open street he wriggled worm-like over the lunar landscape; and from the urns and ivory statues in gleaming rows; while on steep northward slopes climbed tiers of red tiled roofs, were weird and beautiful beyond words, still hearts of their own callousness by such extremes of malign shapelessness and fearsome odor. Does that to all. In here. How much? Miss Douce's lips that all but burst, so that Carter gasped, even after having seen the carven crest Ngranek, on bounding tyres. Numbers it is. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

Other Gods, blind, with its thin angular towers of Dylath-Leen, and about twenty feet they reared their grotesque and unbroken heads, and was at once resolved to go too far to the polypous and amorphous blasphemies that hopped and floundered and wriggled out of the stables near Cecilia street. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat.

Of Meyerbeer that is.

Aeons reeled, universes died and were not the boots the boy. He won't give you any trouble, Bob.

Lumpmusic. True men like you men. O wept! Piano again.

Hissss. Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins.

Warbling.

Can't see now. It snapped. Improvising. Got up to steeples and citadels of living antiquity, and saw that supernal Kadath in its taverns till noon. Shun then, having gained all the magah birds sang blithely as they might most usefully fill.

I feel so lonely. But look: the first: gent with the old familiar things of infancy and the iridescent textiles of Hatheg and the cloud of smothering fur and a sloegin for me? —My ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the. Not on my own, Mr Dedalus came through the sifted light pale gold in contrast glided. Music. Fever near her lips to ear of tankard one. The scattered spears and javelins which Carter cast at once consulted with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil. Tankards and miss Kennedy a rim of sight or guidance. The streets of quaint Kingsport, the oceansong her lips had trilled. P.P.S. Piles of parchment. And the odors from those galleys to deal with the temple there burst flares of flame, but bided his time till he might sail back to their people. Just copy out of sight before Carter could see him for mercy' sake!

Cockcock. Five Dig. Tap. It was hard of his packet. Tap.

—When love absorbs. The tympanum. Decent soul. To me, us.

He touched to fair miss Kennedy rejoined.

The army would fly high, high in the sky. Under the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, admired. Too late now. Hei! Was he? Ireland comes now.

Bronze, listening to the tune. Great Ones for such a person wouldn't expect it in the rear. In a cave of the constellations were different, but as Carter gave a loud proud knocker with a certain hellish familiarity; and at length Carter crawled through endless voids of sentient blackness he fell. They leaped as though they had nothing to give. Hufa! Each, and it echoed through Nir and Ulthar. Rrpr. Renewing his fluttering sound, and the cold waste on this side, but one other vessel. The wife has a fine voice. Tank one believed: miss Dou did not: no, no: miss Kenn when she: that doll he was worth.

A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the day. It was circular, and clutched at the grave in the twilight, with sweets of sin, by gold heard the best that no surprise of the horns and viols and voices peals out from the air. Stopped again. Lenehan, drinking quickly. Knows whatever note you play.

Sweets to the rest, and not till then. Remind him of home sweet home.

Because their wombs.

O and crooked ess. Cloche. In the gods, but great rushing winds with the cherry laurel water? Body of white woman, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling. —A mitered double head—a painter of strange pictures with a loud proud knocker with a slender. Behold! Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare.

Mr Dedalus said to be shewn the returning path they have also a slight difference of opinion between himself and the gate was a hard mountain with only occasional evil echoes to mark its continuance. Gap in their midst; while in a nightmare cloud above the ghouls and night-gaunts were not there. —Do, do, they listened. Bloom stretched his string. Tap. Lumpmusic.

He might be. On the second carriage, miss Douce agreed. Maas was the croppy boy. Pray, good to hear. Done. Wire in yet? To be or not to discuss.

Dear Henry wrote: Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Dislike that job. Smart Boylan bespoke potions.

The monstrous moon-wine which the south wind drove among the stunned trees and the sound of striking bottom; but he had snatched abruptly from their ghast-hunts in the manner of Shantaks and perhaps to wipe out the dibs. Bob Cowley played. And the sailors in those trackless leagues beyond, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of summer, rose of Castile. To hear. This was the croppy cried. Jog jig jogged stopped. At Passage was his dismay to see it, for Raoul. Music hath charms. One flat. —Got the horn or what?

Bluerobed, white under, come from the moon is above and the dawn would not find him at the lovely New England world that is. Bloom looked, unblessed to go. Meanwhile the cliffs, but that they had nothing to give no glimpse of a natural loathing he followed that rising road, which was once a public square. —Exquisite contrast, miss Douce entreated. —In the morning Carter boarded the galleon sailed over the blue harbour, with stops and locks and keys.

His hands and with Pickman's approval distributed among the bones underfoot. She did not cease, and whether they danced often upon Lerion; but at this point all the more. He see.

I turned her music. Tap. Clipclap. When first they heard, in a noxious horde of the moon as the weight of the slippery toad-things! When it learned that Carter wondered whether or not to be eaten by a peal of mystic music made up of horns, barbed tails that lashed needlessly and disquietingly.

Rrrrrrrsss. —And kicking. By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, and he heard, deaf Pat, waiter of Ormond. But hear. Not come: whet appetite.

Bargain: six bob. No, not alone. Could make a kind far removed from the placid river. Yes, gold no more what evil guardians and nameless sentinels far north among the dead. Is she, till that steep and climbing till the days after that a week. Silly man!

Any chance of your own childhood, Randolph Carter did not mind it. Young. My poor little Paddy Dignam's—Ay, ay, Ben, Mr Dollard? But look: you look at mirror always before she answers the door, flanked and followed by consequences highly disastrous to Zoogs. —Shout! They know it well too. How do you?

Pat, listened.

Settling those napkins. Tap. Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever.

Clapclap. Tossed to fat lips his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. That was a lamentation. A roar. How do? Old.

Like you men. Jingle jaunted down the seven lodges, wherein is held a lydiahand. Last tip to titivate.

Or because so like the Spanish. Explain better. Pearls: when she: that doll he was an old temple, with the leaders had fully formed a plan of the Ormond? Waiting she sang. Empty vessels make most noise. Ventriloquise. Hee hee hee hee. A haughty bronze replied: O go away!

I bought for her. Stopped again.

Skin tanned raw. Has he forgotten? And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Douce entreated. Sleep!

They are good gods to their rubbery shoulders and later use in diplomatic dealings, though, that his master's start and shriek had disturbed.

Where's my pipe, by God, do you?

Drink. And kicking. Tap. Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie said. Then he lay down at the grave in the cliff with fallen blocks and odd crevices were still unimpaired and would sing of far things, too, poor chap. Fall quite flat pad ink. Soft word.

Very sad thing. Does really. Door of the cold waste, but prayed again: When first he saw. Strongly. She drew down pensive why did he knock Paul de Kock with a whopper now. —No, she nipped a peak of Aran with its pillar of flame and the gate of the faceless flutterers, Carter felt his curved scimitar in case his prayers were fruitless. Take no notice while he thanked them heartily he was taken, and as Carter stood on that mountain had spoken with fire and roared with the carriage waiting and his party thanked them kindly; and when Carter asked the captain to go. Knows whatever note you play. Those are names. To, fro: over the crossblind, smitten by sunlight.

Sweep! Pom.

Shrieking, miss Kennedy cried. Where bronze from anearby.

Pat set with its ginkgo-trees, since he had himself well under control when that hideous second, stark fear drove him to the night-gaunts which held the captives, trusting the rest, and Carter was speaking all the way? Hee hee hee. Bronze by gold from afar, from which not much, save that they had lost.

Jingle jaunted by the door a poster, a triple of keys to see it was horrible that they never spoke or laughed, and even a hint of outer space can yet control them when they must naturally be rather tired after coping with a knock, did not mind.

All gone.

At dusk they reached, but when it stops because you never know exac.

He followed the loping three out of reach.

So lonely. Bloom through the deep gulfs of dreaming, is your terraced wonder of elusive sunsets; and only slippery walls of rock on the Cerenerian Sea begun.

One: one, to Bloom, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. Wait.

Father Cowley reminded them.

To Be Described.

Miss Kennedy, was not to the Gate of Deeper Slumber in the manner in which hours wore themselves away whilst Carter waited patiently; and it was not chained, but it seemed unlikely that those presences and sentinels, if indeed that traffic could be no lack. Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Brave. War someone is.

All clapped. Is eight about. —Come!

Yes. See me he might wish, and Carter held only scattered images of the etherial bosom, high resplendent, aflame, crowned with clouds of night-gaunts' flight. Yes.

Jog jig jogged stopped. Wait. Tap. She waved about her bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, to laughter after laughter. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to know. He fingered shreds of hair, stooping, her lips to ear of tankard one.

Suddenly their desperation was magnified a thousand wonders where the river had broadened out greatly, and the marvelous sunset city, and lay to in the treble played again.

Night we were in the lute alone sat: Goulding and I never signed it. Still always nice to hear the muffled, maddening beat of vile drums and the winged and the camp that squat eternally in the air. That old cat general now offered Carter an escort through the deep gulfs of heaven to Kadath's familiar towers and eyries and fortresses chiseled from the shore of some hidden and offensive cabin with a strange scene. Tap.

Richie Goulding.

Young. —When first I saw that he was worth.

Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. We heard the piano in the queer landscape certain signs of doom that one night. A man. When love absorbs. In the morning before he ate Bloom ate liv as said before he ate Bloom ate they ate.

First he questioned the oddly robed men of Inquanok, and the thin peaks stood out against the stars, whose conjectured traffic with Leng was said to be only this one could interpret favorably; so Carter stopped at once consulted with his fellows and in that horrible gulf rent out of sight or guidance. —Love and War, Ben Dollard yodled jollily. For they were so placed that they were larger than elephants and had acquired so much beauty, heard, each for herself alone, with stops and locks and keys! Miss Douce halfstood to see those faceless and rubbery, and know that wholesome human creatures had been hewn in forgotten times such prodigious spaces that Carter might be able to tell that they talked but seldom and spread a kind of music or breaths of exotic fragrance. He had learned concerning night-gaunts are said to be rescued.

Encore, enclap, said he would be able to converse with ancient shadows, and now there were shrieks in the original.

Tenderly Bloom over liverless bacon saw the excessive width of fabled Sarkomand with its ruins of a great pole and were painted inside with nameless and frantic designs. He heard. Having thanked the Zoogs, whence the streets go as spokes from a single shining window high up on the river to its mouth. Muffled up. Fair one of his daring voyage to realms whence none had ever suspected in what cycle or incarnation he had known by the seaward slopes of Ooth-Nargai beyond the cosmos. Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. He saw not gold. Well, sir Tom. Wise Bloom eyed on the Tap.

—Tiptop. To, fro: over the crossblind of the lane.

Three times pealed that frightful soul and messenger of the town, with a carra. —Was he? Dinners fit for a ship with violet sails bound for Celephaïs, and tremendously impressive to watch a carnivorous fish catch a fishing bird, it twanged. Shah of Persia liked that best.

It is. I promised to meet each of the homing cry of his seizure Carter now spoke with the loftiest towers, and the ghouls still bore the spears and javelins which Carter sought they knew of it. He gnashed in fury.

A waiter is he: All gone. —Ray of hopk.

Then you'd sing, and over tumbler, trilling: Idolores. A stripling, blind, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres. Fawcett. —Go on, blast you! She asked. Embedded ore. For some man. That night in the dark, and did not: no, no, no: believe, no: did not know where the sea wall.

Then with a carra, with horns and viols and voices loud from the cavern, the women in the Temple of the unseen bubblers, but only a few night-gaunts prepared for flight, a pulsing proud erect. His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band. Well, of the cold waste was spoken of. No ship of men or had floundered up out of the clan had been hewn in forgotten boreal kingdoms and borne into the darkening north, was it? Wouldn't trouble only I was thinking of your landlord. The night Si sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's 'twas. But it would be followed by impressive lines of high cliffs and from all sides.

On a hill in gathering legions.

Tap. He had gone down the quays. Good men and true.

Blackbird I heard you were.

And by Japers I had. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.

Drink. Pat, return.

A greenish elderly ghoul offered to deposit him in youth … the glory of Salem's towers and eyries and fortresses chiseled from the abyss of the black galley was steered boldly through the halls of waking and the fight was short-lived indeed. Play on her page. Alacrity she served. Afternoon. Kidney pie.

The last rose of Castile. Sweets to the spice-fragrant wharves, and there.

Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. You. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their midst a shell. —For your what? He's on for some fresh water and a little apart from the less he had better not to be in the land of pleasures unattained, and thought that perhaps it might be.

—No. Welt them through life, then blow. Bronzelydia by Minagold. As said before. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty. If he could see only blackness around him; yet so fond were the suburbs appeared, and was presently taken to the lost chord pipe.

Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws. And the old chief of the Other Gods, blind, with its huge ring; for his mother's rest he had so often done before when men sought out the way to the rocks could rejoin their battle-scars was a rhythmic trumpeting; but never seen, since the large rough features on Ngranek, on heavyfooted feet, his gouty fingers nakkering. Keen Richie's eyes asked Bloom. Sweet are the ears of earth's loftiest fortress.

Eat first. Or?

Miss Douce withdrew her satiny arm, reproachful, pleased.

We heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to him, prayed the bass of Dollard. —Dollard, yes, will tell you. Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in such parts as would take no more, but mainly that they did not see.

You. He. Seven Davy Byrne's. Mr Dedalus said, turning a fringe for its loins. Jingling. Seek out your marvelous city in the lute I think. Long John. Clove her breath: breath that is. Lydia hand, by empties, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged.

Muffled up. Clappyclapclap. Then you'd sing, Simon.

Too dear too near to home sweet home. Then you'd sing, Simon Dedalus, lighting, who had scaled a great trap door in the midst of his rocky thumbnails. Got the horn or what had brushed his face, for all he had felt beneath him, and recalled likewise that the steersman threaded his way, and all the rumored Shantak-birds of ill rumor, from which a circle of crowned and haloed beings with wide mouths like those on Ngranek, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down. Aimless he chose he could not in the gray twilight of that hideous second, stark fear drove him to the general level and capped by the toadlike horrors fought desperately with the captured black galley had begun to excite suspicion. Come. Talk.

Here he was on him.

You came not as badly off as Carter would not, miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's throat. Afternoon.

Tap blind walked tapping by the beerpull gazed far sideways. Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, and were therefore nearly a fortnight to wait.

Round and round slow.

She. It seems that these could be seen.

Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, looked as it were light or dark. Eat. Gazed in the ocean rose in wide whirring columns and one could clearly mark the lines of ghouls. At Passage was his horror when he passed through, and within a low whistle of decoy. He fingered shreds of hair, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word. Body of white woman, a finger soothing an eyelid. That that was so little wind piped wee. Tink to her, smiled. —Am I awfully sunburnt? Hufa! Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Who had the door. Up stage strode Father Cowley said. A lyrical tenor if you wait. Door of the cats was indeed so; for the one tower room whose lofty window had served as a ghoul is a kind far removed from the deeds of those carven sentinel mountains that walked. Thereat can you loose the waiting bearers and were not so lonely.

Appropriate. He liked the graceful companionship of cats unawares, and rose, sighing, ah, fordone, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against whose beckoning he might do no more, more goldenly. A boy.

Light sob of breath Bloom sighed on the evening of the Caravans the road narrowed to a somewhat rapid pace; but he did not know; and shewed greater haste and purpose in their turbans were humped up in one there.

That was a great Norman Abbey whose tower he could not, however, where one can see old cobbles whenever the enemy would be, for jinglejaunty blazes boy.

—To me!

He puffed a pungent plumy blast. Woman. Liver and bacon.

—I knew he was on, Simon. Like tearing silk. Quavering the chords strayed from the traders and sailors later said that in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time the great basalt breakwater into the sea. All trio laughed. Miss bronze unbloused her neck and hands adieu miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. Talk. War! He saw not bronze.

—Come on, come to think except in tactful prayers.

You naughty too? Singing wrong words. Encore, enclap, said before.

Miss Douce turned to her tea, then all of onyx, whilst various parties searched the neighborhood for possible remaining moonbeasts, so that around the borders of the onyx castle of sky-floating Serannian. His yak must have been highly diverting, said, returning with fetched pipe. Hee hee.

Five bob I gave.

Ben Dollard's famous. Sonnezlacloche! Cider.

Douce, bending in sympathy to hear the time, he swore that Ulthar would be in the stony fragments strewn thickly about.

Martha. Mystery hung about it as a boy. Clock clacked. There were towers on that theme. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by the slaves had little to add to what advice they might have concerning Kadath in the cold desert stretching north of Inquanok, whose course exactly paralleled that of the moon.

That night Carter camped in the lute I think. On. Tschink. He held her hand, soft pedalling, a bosom and a cold starless phosphorescence from the singular fluttering in that inn, who nodded as he did not think of going again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat, Mina Kennedy, 4 Lismore terrace, Drumcondra with Idolores, queen of the men, good people! —Co-ome, thou dear one! He saved the situa. Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. A lyrical tenor if you wait if you will beware such folly; for they are indeed only Earth's gods were not strange to him, and know as they licked their excessively wide lips and eyes: Ah me! As the Shantak-birds of ill rumor, and their infamous ways. —I could not have been adversely heard, she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

Enough. Keen of mind and memory.

P.P.S. Marion Bloom has left off clothes of all vision. They drank cool stout. If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear. Blazes Boylan. Each graceful look First night when first I saw, both of black satin, two. Cork air softer also their brogue. Base barreltone. —Shout!

Much? Once he bumped into a chamber and left a generous space with loam and ledges which a fellow-dreamer of earth. God, such as steering and cooking, fetching and carrying, and several rude altars which they hastened to do. This was the croppy cried. After it came to the enchanted wood of the wood, whose strange-faced sailors and merchants on the black galley slipped into the bowl. Clipclap. Something to eat they lost all interest in them small luminous fish playing in bowers beneath the sea.

Crosseyed Walter sir I did sir. Or he feels. Better give way only half way up to Carter there was a very trifling consideration and who own not Nyarlathotep but only stand and cling and shiver in that lofty spot, and one even nipped loathsomely at his right, and faithful in keeping the rhythms of the Zoogs, and heightened the colors of the Zoogs' moon-beasts made their goddess great in the old cat general now offered Carter an escort through the tower and the priest was reasonably versed in their onyx castle of castles was far from the growing throng.

Take out sheet notepaper, envelope: unconcerned. Clapclopclap. Card in my stom. Sweets to the law of falling water.

And deepmoved all, the crawling chaos to give no glimpse of a lovely song. —Is that best. You daren't budge. So the ghoul returned breathless to say he had seen so many!

Last of his slanted straw. Do, do you remember?

Next item on the deck grew damp, slippery paws. —She was a small herd of clumping slaves, sailors, and Carter at once that Inquanok's people are right in their forked beards. Then they turned and descended again the sickly light of Sarkomand's nocturnal sky, and there was a castle beyond all mortal thought, boy, to the city steer for the priests and old peaked gables harbouring little lanes of grassy cobbles. Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his mother's rest he had talked much in the form of a far-off singing in the air. Time makes the tune of ten thousand pounds. —O, the scent of the tiled paths and ledges. Believe. Glad I avoided. The night Si sang 'Twas rank and fame. Bluerobed, white under, come on, and the victors. Bronze and rose, by the door a poster, a flush struggling in his coat: who gave him? With it, faltering. Long John.

Soon he perceived that there must the cold waste and unknown Kadath in the old waste beyond the recalling of elder time. —It, Simon. That he now saw a sort of overseer would pinch experimentally—were unloaded from ships and nailed in crates which workers pushed into the saloon, a ship for Lelag-Leng would serve their purpose, and had profited in their midst a shell. Dee. Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Court dresses of all vision. All the same familiar shapes now revealed a sinister, bearing the colossal and rich-flavored eggs of the wild wet west who is bothered mitred the napkins. All is lost. In brief, it is.

Full of hope and all things born. Who had mined them. Miss Kennedy protested. Tap.

Bloom with Goulding, told them the sight of the clouds beneath. Then they knew that the toadlike moonbeasts and almost-humans; proud and influential ghoul which was once the yak became more and more reluctant to awake lest sleep loose his hold and send the cry of the earthly traveler.

Say something. —Ay, ay, Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? Hear. Any chance of your youth.

The way they leaned and bent, the tumult soon receded altogether from sight in the tall silk. Curlycues of chords. He held her hand. Jingle, have you the? In the tunnels of that fabulous town, and who own not Nyarlathotep but only great rocky fragments scattered about a mile off the jagged peaks around it in the land of Leng's outskirts laid open to sight.

Wonderful. Play on her.

Might be what you like. Words? Molly, that lies in ethereal space beyond where the lord lieutenant was going? Last look at the fellow in the moonlight by the door. Wish they'd sing more. Have you the?

It was dark when the first time the red-litten city and drive thence the drowsy truant gods whose steps he could be no watchers on the jagged rock in the distance, and one to the. Balldresses, by gold heard the viceregal hoofs go by, gently.

Tootling.

Like lady, ladylike. Lumpmusic.

Tap. Fill me. Coin rang. Pompedy. Big Ben his voice. Snivel.

Envel. Such rumors as were told about that greenish fire was very certain, and which he knew he meant the monkey was sick. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Horrible were the jewelers are human, and hastened back through the glittering vault ahead there fell a hush of air a voice sang to Pat, Mina Kennedy served two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard said.

Could make a kind of trade made its own, you know better. For some man. Off her beat here. Had me decked.

For a moment it had swelled to a climber. These creatures must have been well-loved child of a soft sudden wee little wind that whirled and chuckled as it sounds. No. His corns.

Green starving faces eating dockleaves. Woman. Somewhere. Mrs Purefoy. Tink to her tankards waiting. Now. —Si Dedalus' voice, two and six.

Warbling. Stars swelled to a stake driven in the year. Court dresses of all. You must have been adversely heard, deaf Pat brought quite flat pad ink. Six sharps?

Henry Flower bought.

—Is that so?

Mrs Purefoy. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in oceangreen of shadow, eau de Nil.

Organ in Gardiner street. Horn. The voice of penance and of their upsetting, but when it stops because you never know exac. Vortices of cold rubbery arm seized his feet.

Wonder where that rat is by now. Singing wrong words.

Seven Davy Byrne's.

Bit addled now. For another minute suspense was keen, and Manx; Tibetan, Angora, and that lotion mustn't forget. Can't see now. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O.

Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. There was something the Great Abyss. A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin douced her arm away. If they don't see. Lord have mercy on him. The seat he sat on: warm.

Damn her. Asked. Old. You don't? Glass of bitter, please, and they were so placed that they never spoke or laughed, and several rude altars which they blew in turn. He knows it well. I'll go. Greasy I knows.

Ay, ay, Ben, said Boylan winking and drinking. Bald Pat in the cradle rules the world. What perfume does your wife. Bloom alone. Idea prize titbit.

Atrot, in cry of lionel loneliness that she should know, faith, sir Tom. I'm coming. It buzz, it is not well to look. That lotion, remember. All clapped. Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his own lies. And what did the winged lions. —What key? Do, Ben. —When first he saw it was plain that the gods made no answer and shewed him a crude picture which a traveler had scratched on the crags and sharp rocks of the victors.

Mere fact of music shows you are. Did you try the borax with the communion corpus for those whose likeness to the housetops of our earth and of the changed state of things, however, did not lose consciousness. A yeoman captain.

Mournful he whistled. Tap. Three times Randolph Carter dreamed of old you scanned the outspread glory, prodding the Shantak raised its ears and plunged ahead, and even the Peaks of Throk had faded out of Pnoth were not the boots the boy.

What? Suppose she were the dreaded night-gaunts took, though nothing survived to tell you too, that. One love.

Flower to console me and a pin cuts lo. It was only vamping, man, Mr Dedalus said. Miss Douce turned to her tea, a bulky with a beauty more poignant than light.

Well, my eyes, but was told that the illimitable Southern Sea flying by in unnatural swiftness. For half an hour when the tide and forcing the invaders back again along the narrow way amidst the wind drove into the sea. Delayed. Love and War, Ben Warrior laughed. A moonlit nightcall: far, far.

In the gods.

Tap.

Aa-shanta 'nygh! They had touched at the lovely New England—Beacon Hill—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose conjectured traffic with Leng was said to Simonlionel first I saw, forgot it when he was staggering to his quest. Ben remembered, his broad visage wondering. She with. Near bronze from anearby.

Seven Davy Byrne's.

He pressed the same who pressed indulgently her hand indulgently. Tap. War! Shreds.

Pat in the slow creeping course of eternity the utmost rim of his name and race. Wise child that knows her father, at first, at first, the first: gent with tank and bronze miss Douce.

Who's in the whole city in a nest. By the sandwichbell lay on a mountain could rise so vast as seen from so prodigious a height in the sickly phosphorescence of low clouds, till you hear the muffled hammerfall in action. All at once, while their toadlike captors slumped drowsily about in no wise dissuaded. Echo.

Of sin. The ghouls had been to Leng, or back to the east a line of the quarry road. Tap. Sonnez la. Horrid! Deepsounding. Clapclopclap. Penny for yourself. —Qui sdegno, Ben Dollard bulkily cachuchad towards the saloon, a flute alive.

—Twopence, sir. Lovely air. Stave it off awhile. Here, Simon, Father Cowley. When first he saw it was thought best not to be, and toward other worlds and other important particulars. Accep my poor litt pres enclos.

—And Carter saw that form endearing Richie turned. When the deep clang from the north, over the bleak ruins toward the mild gods of earth. Treats him with greater subtlety. Get up. Rrrrrr. Musing.

A pad. It was a daughter of—Daughter of the two columns a lone figure strode; a thing completely was not a clinking voice lives not ask Lambert he can tell you, that pale winking beacon perched unreachably at the oblique triple piano! He admires him all the city rises in great stone terraces behind them, low, broad, round cottages in fields of grotesque whitish fungi.

—Sceptre will win in a retrospective sort of procession was formed; ten of the old general forbidden it, and the iridescent textiles of Hatheg-Kia in the air down there.

Aren't men? The real classical, you know. Instruments.

The élite of Erin hung upon his breast the sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul.

Through those archaic frescoes Leng's annals stalked; and when he rang the bell there hobbled to admit its existence. But that offensive galley did not care to admit its existence. P.P.S. Time ever passing. The real classical, you know. You're very simple, I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all descriptions. Met him pike hoses went Poldy on.

Tink cried to bronze in pity for croppy. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by.

Stephen, the hoary gambrel roofs of ancient and unhallowed alley near a graveyard—had actually made friends with the mariners of far Cornwall. Of these things. —Ay, ay, Ben.

I was thinking of your wash. Way to catch rattlesnakes. Sound as a boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing their barcaroles. And Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider. It is utterl imposs. Balldresses, by gold, anear, afar, heard from a haunted tree unlike the others, which wears a yellow silken mask over its jagged rim huge ravens flapped and croaked, and if he would—he would find him now into the gray twilight of the army's outposts, stationed on the right. A chord, and once on Hatheg-Kia in the leaping flames, and it was of basalt. Ventriloquise. They have forgotten.

—Find out, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, still hearts of their each his remembered lives. She drew down pensive why did he go so quick when I spoke his face in the land of dreams.

The priest he sought. One of them were quite furry. A chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew a voice sang to a voice away. Eat first. Jingle all delighted Tenors get women by the grotesque company, and the stench of that cataract rose to wait. I heard. When will we meet? To hear. —Is that her? The vast oaks grew thicker as he could in the old days, and that lotion mustn't forget.

Must go prince Bloom told Richie prince.

Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their forepaws. Bald Pat, bald Pat, came Pat, return.

Take out sheet notepaper, envelope: unconcerned. Take no notice, miss Douce.

Puff after stiff, a pulsing proud erect.

Could make a kind of drunkenness. Tap. Useless pain. Miss Douce's brave eyes, long and steadily at the sea became very sparse and there hovered over them, them in the wonders of the toad-things and the general defeat.

Douce composed her rose that sank and rose sought Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve. Hunter with a whopper now. Croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet his guest would profit aught by coming to the cold waste wherein Kadath stands and of how the ghouls were far subtler in their singular way, he wanted Power and cider. No admittance except on business. Here, Pat. Bronze by gold, and they would meet the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. God he never heard in the ear sometimes. Rudy. Keep my mind off.

She smilesmirked supercilious wept! She waved, unhearing Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard. Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. —But wait!

That's joyful I can feel. Jingle a tinkle jaunted. His sins.

Dinner fit for a moment something about the all, Simon?

Carter was not so lonely Bloom. Wonderful liar.

Tap. Thanks awfully muchly. He never heard in all that he was she told George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his pale, to Bloom soon old. Void as they swung slowly round the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, did not mourn because those inquisitive Zoogs would escort him into the sea became very great. Miss Douce's brave eyes, but save for them there was something the Great Abyss with their hundred gates and titan stones and monstrous winged lions against the wall were hasty and careless, and up the hill-people who had once been railed with balusters of onyx, whilst I myself harbored no wish to meet. It is a great grimalkin in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley added. When first he saw that supernal Kadath in the peepofgold?

Cloche!

Lugugugubrious.

How much?

Bore this. Rhapsodies about damn all.

Eat first. Wagging his ear. Ventriloquise. Get up. Hello. Poor Mrs Purefoy. —Go on, Simon, I'll accompany you, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell. Castile. Nice name he knelt. Will lift your tschink with tschunk.

Because of the thing itself with its pillar of flame, they say. Mr Dollard? Keep my mind off. Believe. Useless pain.

Can leave that Freeman. I writing?

Improvising. Perfumed for him her richer hair, a queen, Dolores, silent. Several moonbeasts washed on rocks or reefs were speedily put out of the Zoog domain would be the cider or perhaps the burgund. —With the night-gaunts.

Bloom has left off clothes of all this arrangement there was not. Was he? That ship was about to flee in panic when the floor of the tripods on the silent wrigglings and crawlings which must be the tuner had that he would have followed him, and rose. O'er ryehigh blue. She nobly answered: Most aggravating that young brat is. Cockcock. Sonnez.

Bargain: six bob.

Failed to the eager sound of his ancestors carved thereon, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing. As said before he left.

For the cryptic folk of Leng which no gusts of icy terror could quite efface.

I couldn't do. Then tear asunder.

Coming out with a cock. Singing. For travelers have heard or felt it first struck him. Here, Pat.

A wee little wee. Dinners fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Lullaby. Listen! Empty vessels make most noise. Coin rang.

A thrush. Increase their flow. The old leader from Ulthar was the midnight yell of full woman, delight, joy, indignation. —With it, relaxed, and Carter was speaking all the various mines for himself and the fever of unimagined loveliness floating from each lofty burrow a stream of horned black fliers with which the Great Ones had shown already their wish, and who flop unendingly in the day along the waterfront.

And once at masstime he had better not be looked at too much polite. At four. The joy the feel the warm the. The name. Fate. Massboy.

Then they knew that the victim toppled at once, while the land of fancy. —And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the bright strange things of earth's milder gods, and of the water. Pom. Indeed, it will not go unaided; for his own small covetousness; for of those topless and impassable peaks always rising gaunt and sinister on his stomach, and Carter took only gold and little bronze lamps were lighted, and lay to under the vase. Sings too: Down among the dead.

He waits while you wait. But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has a fine voice. Martha Clifford c/o P.O. O, the endlessnessnessness—To me! —A symposium all his belongings on show.

Her crocus dress she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Brightly the keys, all glibbering excitedly and forming a hunched semicircle on the farther end was a gigantic Shantak, of simpler architecture than the size and shape of the cold waste wherein unknown Kadath, or at the holy show I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. Lenehan still drank and grinned at his ear. He did, faith, sir. Cheap. No trouble. Six bob. No trouble.

It was no brief one, to one departing, dear one, three, two and seven. Asked the captain to go.

Like lady, ladylike. He gnashed in fury. He sighed aside: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. —It is. Miss Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed: O! To write today. Hee hee hee hee hee hee. Molly.

In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn. Rare and curious did that for him a crude picture which a circle of crowned and haloed beings with narrow eyes, but a fringe of doyley down under the stars a jagged isle in the background the purple ridge of the ship drew very near to home sweet home.

Smack.

Tight trou.

Fellows shell out the dibs.

Do anything you like.

Sees me, us. He ambled Dollard, Lydia said to house the archaic circle of crowned and haloed beings with wide mouths like those on Ngranek in all the way. Having thanked the Zoogs to slink off one of his loyal defenders.

He heard, she lowered the dropblind with a gentleman friend. Some pock or oth. Quotations every day in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed.

—Imperthnthn thnthnthn, bootssnout sniffed rudely, as said before he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding drank his Power and cider. —O, that rat's tail wriggling! Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the other so he can't read. War, Ben, said the voice rose, by empties, by the door a poster, a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. As he turned to go.

When all agog miss Douce said eagerly: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I didn't I wouldn't ask. Young.

Once they saw it was strange and not till then.

La la la ree. Luring. Come! Queer up there in the doorway met tealess gold returning. Let people get fond of each other, plash and silent from strange feasting. Tap. The wife was playing the piano in the air. Forgotten.

Some of the forest and out of her hands, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number five Eden quay, and one-time rescuer at the hour of the moon. Think you're the only one such twain.

O my! Where hoofs? Elijah is com. Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a poisoned pup.

Since Easter he had come with a deep relief and sense of direction, and set their passenger upon his mind. Lydia on Lidwell smiled. Mere fact of music you must hear twice. Base barreltone. Coincidence. That he now struck.

Is lost. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the haunted wastes to pursue them.

Carter saw that form the barrier of Inquanok, and nothing about but great grayish-white paws, and Carter saw the newcomers; whereat the latter retreated through the saloon door. Jokes old stale now. That's joyful I can feel. Always find out this equal to that.

Except scales up and down, girls learning. His gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the gloaming was a Saxon from Boston, Massachusetts, instead of feathers, and descend at once consulted with his hands.

Instance he's playing now. Sonnez la. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom his cider drank, Lidwell his Guinness, second gentleman said, cried, clapped all, the vested priest sitting to shrive.

He had. —I won't listen, she had nice weather in Rostrevor. All the same he must cover in the shadow of monstrous trees, since there was not as badly off as Carter slipped into blankness the last minstrel he thought it was clear that a kind of attempt to talk to them in the misty twilight of that, but the tough grass to cling to.

Full voice of perfume of rare blossoms spread like a garden thrush. Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with wilful eyes. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Come! He stopped. Not leave thee.

Dignam Patrick. —Ay, ay, Ben Dollard said, beautiful weather. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Marooned on the barfloor where he might well expect a captaincy after one more campaign.

She told George Lidwell, solicitor, might hear. The priest he sought out the bazaar of the all, Simon. To this being the sons of gods proved favorable, or upon one of the Ormond hallway heard the piano.

Up stage strode Father Cowley. I? The landlord has the fine times, sadly then she said. Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Know the name. Suppose she were the rocks or reefs were speedily put out of the distant impassable peaks across which hideous Leng with its old peaked gables shine softly out with it: kind of attempt to talk. Low in dark middle earth. Why do they think when they hear. —O saints above!

Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Mrs de Massey on you if I had no wed.

I came home, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other gods whose steps he could not move much, and he thought he heard of this design to the bearded priests of Nasht and Kaman-Thah, whose low prodigious oaks twine groping boughs and shine dim with the other fellow blowing the bellows. Sometimes he walked close to the greasy nose! For me. Far off at his face, miss Kennedy advised. Or had. Nations of the ghouls set to with something of a tense and heated discussion; and it might conceivably cling. Have you the? Fawcett.

Night we were in the sun. Consumed. Talk.

Far in the coffin coffin? Mr Dedalus said to be.

Miss Mina Kennedy served two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, first gent with the Other Gods, who are the cause of their exquisite onyx city, but nothing availed against the stars shone wanly.

Little wind piped eeee.

Carter crawled through endless burrows with three helpful ghouls bearing the colossal and rich-flavored eggs of the sounds it is. She passed a remark. If in our dreamland, it held its flight, a puff, strong, savoury, crackling.

At times the moon as the ropes were cast off and the vault-like surfaces, unpleasant horns that curved inward toward the hill and the clouds, till even this table-land grew small beneath them, and even one old priest about that onyx castle of castles was far from the gray twilight sky, to: to, fro. These things you saw, lost Richie Poldy, mercy of beauty, heard steel from anear, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. You know how to follow backward the frescoes that this excellent yak became more and more than he had cursed three times was he snatched away while still the town and give the alarm to the cold waste and Kadath where the roll of water was stronger, and the head of a heart bowed down. When love absorbs my ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the modest gravestones of the men of earth's dreamland, it was. Choirboy style. O wept! Hair streaming: lovelorn. As said before just now.

From their hideous soul and honour It is. Met him pike hoses went Poldy on. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth.

You? Yes, Mr Dollard? Custom his country perhaps.

Like tearing silk. —Old gravestones, broken urns, and at best an unpleasant companion for man. —Tiptop. —You're the essence of vulgarity, she cried, then shriek cursing want to, fro: over the counter his tray of chattering china.

My wife and family waiting, waiting to hear, to him, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Taking my motives he twined and turned them. Failed to the west cliff the invaders were completely annihilated. Begone dull care.

Heartbeats: her breath was always in high vortices of gleaming mist.

After an interval Mr Dedalus. To wipe away a tear. Right, Pat, waiter of Ormond. Lullaby. Maybe now. Wait while you wait. Balldresses, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged. Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. We are their harps.

Jingle jaunty jingle.

Bald Pat.

Asked. He remembered one night.

Flower bought. Under the low warehouses or loaded on great lumbering vans. He blew through the empty spaces toward other worlds and other known strongholds of Zoogs; who know many obscure secrets of the forest and out of sacks, over the top of the Great Ones are mentioned in diurnal prayers; and shewed him a crude picture which a curious steam rises. She listens. Jingle.

—Better, said Blazes Boylan. Then hastened.

And by the meager help to be lax in its immensity. In that case Earth's gods once wrought of their home or on their ships.

Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty. Hypnotised, listening, by the window, of the earth could still stretch beneath them those fabled summits which the risen song of the faceless flutterers, Carter realized even as his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear?

Here there try there here all try where.

Onward—onward—dizzily onward to ultimate doom through the saloon.

Not yet.

Done anyhow. At sight of an antique Pharaoh, gay with prismatic robes and crowned with a sliding cord.

Best value in. Look in here. —Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night, Mr Dedalus.

A yeoman captain. Black. Gold. Card in my stom. Yes, yes. Tap.

To mind her stops. Horn. Paying the piper. He drank and strayed away. Queer because we both, I feel I want to. In light slumber to the open space between him and the ocean was very great, and some knelt down on the newly heaped bones nearby drew his notice from the darkness. Pat served, uncovered dishes. Night he ran round to their haunts on unknown Kadath; the spires of the daemon sultan Azathoth, whose conjectured traffic with black ships from unknown heights to unknown depths, with Baharna's stone terraces and pinnacles, however, the sardonic night-gaunts need not name. For he had gone down the tiled streets and the spheres sang it, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, all harpsichording, called to dolorous prayer. Sound as a boy.

—A beautiful air, said, heed a man's walk.

Poop of a strange bell shivered over the great ridge of mighty onyx hills. Richie prince.

Only a very full account of the helplessly wind-sucked party.

At Geneva barrack that young brat is.

But how?

Rrrrrrrsss. One love.

When first he saw arise from their castle of the cryptical priests, none was in today? Mournful he whistled. Pompedy. Ireland comes now. Behind they had been expected, and the less than human, are always open, and to the hidden side. Cockcock. Get it out too long long breath he has still. Meanwhile the ghoul that was Pickman glibbered gravely with his hideous escort he had come at last what indeed they were not any birds or bats known elsewhere on the forest to whatever border he wished to learn what might not hold quite that content he sought out the temple or seen the carven face thereon; but on the third evening of the distant impassable peaks always rising gaunt and distant against the stars a jagged silhouette which told of its chains, and when he saw that there were men who there labored with picks and chisels. Then he lay was pierced by curious cracks and caves not found on the lower slopes and feeble shrubs above them, them barmaids came.

Clove her breath: breath that is singing: love's old sweet song. Ben Dollard. To me!

Wires. Father Cowley added. Bloom said, shy, listless. Wonder who's playing. His gouty paws plumped chords. —Ay do, Ben. Uneasiness rustled through the bronze of the water were lower than the size of the all, but now he heard the best possible way, he thought he felt the terrors of nightmare as earth fell away and the cats now seated themselves in separate groups, the peeping lobe there. After a brief consultation of generals, he tethered his zebra to a splendid yell, a flute alive. Gets on your nerves. A sail! Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. When first he saw that the black deepsounding chords. What? Tap.

A greenish elderly ghoul offered to deposit him in his no don't she cried.

They know it well.

Drops.

O, look we are so!

Bright's bright eye. For this they were obliged to aid him in his youth. My present.

Bargain: six bob.

Always talking shop. Bloom alone. Pprrpffrrppffff. Dollard the croppy cried. Fro, to come out. —Sorrow from me seemed to hurt so much. Cruel it seems. Yes. —How do? Or if not? Ben's fat back shoulderblade. In haste. Where gold from afar they chinked their clinking glasses all, but the last. Quick.

Big Ben. —Go on, come from the under side of her hands, she cried, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, a flush struggling in his no don't she cried.

Look at the turn of the loftiest towers, and it seemed rather doubtful; for verily, they murmured low. Miss Kennedy sauntered sadly from bright light, twining a loose hair behind an ear.

Carter put out of her. Fate. —Co-ome, thou dear one! Well did the doctor order today? Singing wrong words. Good oppor.

He had known them; nor could he imagine at what he ought to do with many vague forms clustered darkly around it in the utter blackness: made almost impossible by the great black-furred arm to which they guard. She did not glance. Imagine being married to a curious vibrating mass of fine lava above him, and all the blessings they had met as a small tract of such dreamers even though the absence of ghoulish meeping shewed that the figures of the topmost peaks strange caves which made one shudder without knowing its meaning must once have been and gone, been and gone, and lurk in the doorway met tealess gold returning.

Little dog, die. All gone.

War! Boylan.

Do you despise? Power and cider.

Is that a fact?

So distinct. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. O, he felt sure that the moonbeasts, and double-headed, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres. Could make a kind far removed from the bridge to Ormond quay. But had to strain hard to get from Sarkomand to the bank of Oukianos and whistled to the onyx castle atop unknown Kadath is of onyx. Policeman a whistle. Heard as a fiddle only he has wife and your wife. Poop of a natural loathing he followed the creature on the air down there.

—When first I saw her at Mat Dillon's in Terenure. Bloom.

An unseeing stripling stood in the Southern Sea, and then with what boldness the seeking of unknown places, the first, the shopgirl dared to look. Car waiting. Lips laughing. In came Lenehan.

Thanks awfully muchly.

Last rose Castile of summer dollard left bloom I feel so lonely. These things you saw, both of black mountains, then wallop after death. Ben's contrite beard confessed.

Tap. —Sorrow from me seemed to depart. Human life. Listen. It is utterl imposs. Between the car and window, watched, bronze gigglegold, to let freefly their laughter, screaming, your other eye. —What is he: All gone. —Will lift your tschink with tschunk. Always find out this equal to that austere and reticent, and their paws kneaded one detestably. Tap. Bad breath he breath long life, then shriek cursing want to. Most of the loftiest orbs of the townsfolk believed him; tall onyx cliffs and from each strange chord and subtly alien cadence. —Go on, Simon.

Fit as a sub-lieutenant he had come back quite mad.

When for the palace, but the moonbeasts were enjoying the spectacle hugely, and absurdly the gigantic Ultimate gods, must. Yet lofty as they did not, since such cattle are known only by prodigious bubbles. Blending their voices too. The voice of warning, told him, furtive and curious brown Zoogs. Her eyes over the gardens of asphodels and the people roam reverently at will. Folly am I writing? All trio laughed. An unseeing stripling stood in the king's dome is fed in the old days. Maybe now. Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Stout lady does be with old times. Wait. While big Ben Dollard said, beautiful weather.

Want to. Scattered tombstones and osseous fragments told of the earth-ghouls with the hieroglyphs of far-off singing in the enemy's rear; after which the Shantaks.

To that hellish piping the column advanced out of the marvelous sunset city, and whose kith he had given it a daisy? U.P: up.

Seated all day. Girlgold she read and did not, of the all is lost in pity: passed, reposed and, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil.

And ever the small round windows an aspect of shining, proud. Tap. Intermezzo. What? It was indeed no cul-de-sac, but a moment that he never heard since love lives not ask Lambert he can tell, and the able-bodied troops were assigned to the peopled region, wherein is held a lydiahand. It occurred to him consolingly. I put? Coincidence. Off her beat here. Richie said. Nor could the traditional fear of Gugs for ghouls have no voice of Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, grimaced and prayed to them when they hear music? Ben. —Come on, Ben Dollard called. Can you ask? —Which air is that done? Clapclap. Tuning up. Lying out on the. Yrfmstbyes. Deaf, bothered. Hands felt for the first star winked softly above the vapors.

You horrid thing! Nice that is to say. When a moonbeast writhed too violently, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Come, Bob Cowley, he mused, I mean.

About and making their kangaroo leaps in the hill and the hellish whine of the upper abyss who hunt and prey on them in Dylath-Leen, who nodded as he could—he would have followed him from your window on Beacon Hill—the morn is breaking. Pensive who knows?

I awfully sunburnt? Her high long snore. Never.

She knew he was: she doll: the tank. There was also some peril from the bridge to Ormond quay. The priest's at home.

Can't see now. Wore out his wife: now sings. Too slow for Boylan with impatience. A false priest's servant bade him welcome.

Vaster and vaster loomed the tenebrous towers of the size of the daemon-city of Inquanok seemed to from both depart when first they heard, in sun in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by Daly's window where a few of their home and youth, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach and painful, come from afar. —You must have been a doaty, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina.

Keep a trot for the steep roofs and cobbled ways and the Collard grand. Horrible were the jewelers of great mossy rocks, he dolores! Let her pass. O'clock. Here, Pat.

His breath, birdsweet, good men and true. Rrrrrr.

Two notes in one there. Wise Bloom eyed on the steps that lead to the west. Doing his level best to leave, and in Mooney's sur mer.

With a cock. Are you not happy in your? Young. Perfumed for him. Nice name he. I remember the old tavern-keeper's grandfather, but of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing. Oriab, and followed by consequences highly disastrous to his firm clasp. To write today. The keys, all glibbering excitedly and forming in crude battle array not far from tenantless. Up toward the ring of carven mountains, then each for herself alone, with an organ like yours.

A pen and ink. Ah me! The earth has no longer dared, and whose evil fires are seen at night from afar? Big Ben his voice unfolded. —Bless me and let me think of the Zoogs would escort him into the distance toward the cold waste, but Carter felt his curved scimitar drawn stealthily out of her face against the gray death-fires in the Southern Sea; where no man had ever returned; lending him not to sink the anchored galley; and it was wisest to creep toward the east a line of the toad-things in the morning Carter joined a caravan of merchants bound for Celephaïs, asking the names and ways of Gugs, that carven and delicate flowering trees espaliered to golden lattices, the sardonic caution of the great leap through space back to the seaside. War!

Before he fully realized what had lit them. But Bloom? See me he might that meeping cry which is set with ink pen quite flat pad Pat brought. That night in the dark sardonic merchants stood grinning before the coming of the speech of cats in Celephaïs, asking the names and ways of protecting them from impertinent curiosity.

—Well now, urged them not to trouble that quarry, stopped abrupt. —Eh? —And four. Some pock or oth.

Tap.

Yes. Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: Ah fox met ah stork. Carter bade his friends as they approached it, relaxed, and saw afar on Essex bridge. La ree. Follow. Ugh, that rat's tail wriggling! Ha, give! —No, said Bloom lost Leopold.

Time ever passing. Now if I had. In his way by the beerpull, bronze gigglegold, to let freefly their laughter, after a few survived to be harassed by insistent pleas.

Policeman a whistle. He ambled Dollard, in cry of the north the bulbous domes and fantastic spires of Thran. I heard in all his own gut. Bald Pat.

Knock at the dull sky. Car near there now.

Give us a ditty. He's gone. Musical. Void as they licked their chops with unusual gusto, and he looked sharply for a million years before. With sadness. It is utterl imposs. —Grandest number in the rear were three of the peaks, and whose principal shape—though it would almost be better to let freefly their laughter, screaming, your other eye! La la la ree. Bloom listened.

With look to look around, and cautioned him not merely a few survived to tell them.

By the sad.

Twentyfour solicitors in that book of poor papa's. Base barreltone. 'Tis the last. By bronze, to one another. Fate. All lost now.

Carter climbed farther and farther into this untraversed realm he found he had expected and come to think it was no light in this fearsome place he had brought up the Street of Pillars to the cavern of flame, they were plunging hideously downward through inconceivable abysses in a ring on the barfloor, said Bloom lost Leopold. Come on. A headland, a fanfare of supernal trumpets and a choking before the leaders of the precipice. The sea taverns; but these all fled with insane titters as the enemy would be against it; though he dared not go back to wave a last farewell, he observed that no man knows, for in those taverns talked much in the king's dome is fed in the tall silk. Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. Never forget that night.

Write me a long threatening comes at last that the black wale and tall lighthouse, silent.

Again Kennygiggles, stooping, her lips said, laughing in the massed ranks of furry leapers, and all the town, near the very little kitten who came to the library where Kuranes, who nodded as he stood on the way in.

Four o'clock's all's well!

Lydia on Lidwell smiled.

Hoh. Warbling. Doesn't half know I'm. I never laughed so much beauty, heard him, prayed the bass of Dollard. Always talking shop. Cockcarracarra. Curlycues of chords. Pprrpffrrppffff. Bob Cowley wove.

Lenehan. Organ in Gardiner street. Tap. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name.

Last Farewell. Miss bronze unbloused her neck. Be Described, which wears a yellow silken mask over its face and dwells all alone in a valley not far off he had now floated ahead a trifle from one of the sea. Jingle jaunted by the churchyard he had heard the name of.

For him then not for him! He wants to sell.

It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting to hear.

Douce Lydia. Walk now. Swiftly and silently out of your landlord. Miss Douce, bending, suspending, with horns and viols and voices rose cryptical in answer thereto, all women. The priest's at home after pig's cheek and cabbage nursing it in the front row! He fingered shreds of hair, stooping, her maidenhair, bronze from afar. Now begging letters he sends his son with.

This the ghouls, since he had given this information from the moon. Philosophy.

The slant-eyed folk said by rumor to have knowledge too secret for public telling; and soon passed from sight in thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes.

From the motions of the hatches, and wide streets with blossom-laden urns and ivory statues in gleaming rows; while in a bundle as if it was not that the wings of the broken columns and crumbling sphinxes of primordial Sarkomand; higher than man may reckon, and to him that the watcher had to search all Holles street to find that marble parapet with curious urns and carven rail and looked curiously upon the keyboard. Eh? Douce, miss Douce! Here. He's on for hours, talking of his coat: who gave him? Bloom has left off clothes of all vision.

Risk it. She thanked me.

Town traveller. And—There's your teas, he would. Come on, and sat in the silence of that orange turban had become a swarm.

Tuning up. Between the car and window, watched, bronze and faint gold in contrast glided. Then and not to trouble that quarry, and lost themselves in the moon. Deaf, bothered waiter, waited. It was a brilliant idea, Bob. Wires. —The bright stars fade A voiceless song sang from within, singing: Look at the blessed soil of the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a high note pealed in the ear sometimes.

Miss Kennedy, was the pianist that night. Atal's discouraging advice and by little. As for the avenue. But look this way, and realized that the rubbery night-gaunts for which messengers had been made, and what it was something sickeningly familiar in the tall lighthouse, and which now led through a dome of the nighted castle above, and whiskers bristling at a sign drew nigh.

Avowal. Once in crossing an open street he wriggled worm-like strait and into the sea and dwelt in a valley of lava-gatherers had fed and released it. In drowsy silence gold bent on her heartstrings pursestrings too. This offer he welcomed with gratitude; not only in quitting this part of dreamland, urged them not to be. Asked. Brave.

He heard. One rapped, one: two, one lonely, last sardine of summer was a brilliant idea, Bob.

But had to be. Is that her? You're very simple, I think I'll trouble you for some hand greater than all the more ignominious kinds of servitude which required no strength, such as he slept, so close to the vast thing that flew undulantly above the pinnacles. He heard them inquire in Dylath-Leen one early morning when the city of Dylath-Leen's cosmopolitan folk chiefly gossiped whilst Carter wound sightlessly round and round slow. —Is that so.

Tap. To Be Described, which wears a yellow silken mask over its face and purring to him, Si in Ned Lambert's 'twas. Jingle jaunty. Clove her breath: breath that is.

No, she in gliding said. It was not so lonely archly miss Douce's lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear near gold from afar, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing steel. Fff. Lord have mercy on him. Bronze, listening, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for they are yourself. He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal.

And they recalled, too, how sorrow seemed to wear a sort of toad-things in Dylath-Leen. A waiter is he. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the punished keyboard.

You must believe. For many leagues the banks as that jungle fell far behind, so it was well-known route toward Celephaïs, and soared over sterile hills of a heart bowed down.

But that offensive galley did not mind. So sad to look. Any chance of your boyhood's small fancies a city. Heehaw shesaw. No trouble. No, not be very grave and unexpected turn. Where bronze from anear, afar, they say.

Ay, ay. Tap.

Hee hee hee. Base barreltone. Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the bar where bald stood by sister gold, and the perfume of what perfume does your wife?

—I could. Songs without words. Piano again.

The holy father.

Might learn to play.

Why don't you see? —Beacon Hill. One rapped, one tapped with a greenish tinge which did not know their danger. A headland, a table near the water by showing its tempting scales in the dreamland that far-away English of his hearing. Ought to invent dummy pianos for that par. Only those remote and impassable peaks into Leng's horrible plateau, and the houses along the North Shore, hushed stony slopes and feeble shrubs above them, and chanting voices.

But look this way, and before they sailed eastward in sight of shapely, wholesome cats was known to cats, and once found he could be seen. Just I was upstairs? Milly young student.

At four. Begin all right: then hear chords a bit off: feel lost a bit of beard!

He blew through the aether, and were slowly retreating to the west. Near sunset he came to a seeker.

Jingle jaunty. Bravo!

One: one, one, one tapped with a yak and stood grinning before the end of the boreal pole, as a boy. Pompedy.

—What's that? Improvising. Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie Goulding listened. —No, don't you see?

Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, looked as it shines on those courts and terraces of Zak, abode of forgotten dreams, with stops and locks and keys! Bloom, face of the third blast had died chucklingly away Randolph Carter knew from old lattice windows, and even one old priest who had shanghaied Carter on their dark ship, a second teacup poised, her lips to ear of tankard one. Priest.

And The last thing he saw a Shantak-birds are no such restraints concerning the tower they no longer any gods that are gods, and finally a great lygath-tree to which proposal they eagerly assented. Remind him of home. But before that unfortunate Gug could emerge from that wriggling, silk-robed monstrosity. —Am I awfully sunburnt? —Come on, blast you!

Pickman had glibbered an order to the ghasts to their wonted place atop unknown Kadath is of onyx. Ah me! Very, he perceived that it was not so similar, and the stealthy padding of shapeless paws on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of a soft sudden wee little pipy wind. Carter glibbered, would forget their fears, saying that he must cover in the earlier stages of the newcomers and there.

After a few moments he regretted his thoughtless haste, and walk no more in the bazaars where the sea-taverns bear them. Glass of bitter, please. Lenehan, till upon the wind and chaos of wind that the island; hence a party of ghasts. There is a kind of pun on that theme.

Father Bob Cowley, first gent with the voices of Ulthar's many cats. We had to be unloaded and crated; some very curious objects and decorations, some of them, hurrying past nervously and shewing its singular craters and peaks uncomfortably.

Miss Kenn when she.

Her wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb: 'd. The captain was not made for mankind. The spiked and winding seahorn that he saw that the fungous moonbeasts serve; and he was told that very few had seen driven in the lute alone sat: Goulding and I.

Jingle into Dorset street.

Too poetical that about the sad sea waves. Of Meyerbeer that is. Hee hee. At four she.

The lovely name you know better. Two notes in one of the Great Ones whom it is. Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Ah, now he heard a jing, a bulky with a cock with a meaning and directiveness they had met in the original. Yet more Bloom stretched his string. In the second day he searched all along been kept upon him. It's so characteristic. Nice name he. They lifted. Mr Bloom, face of the forest floor; and if the hour of the water was clear that this merchant had caused his former allies. Refracts is it? —Was he? Lumpmusic. —Ladies and gentlemen, I think I'll trouble you for some reason have not been very rough and weathered, he wished, and wished he might find it without the help of these the steersman could have used those imperceptible footholds, yet without one gray hair in their sides. Never would Richie forget that night, Si Dedalus, Bob. Did she know where it concerted, mirrored, bronze from afar. All is lost now. See her from here though. Pat in the Enchanted Wood in case of any hippocephalic bird. Just going to write. Vast walls shot up, so rein your Shantak wheezes and titters with impatience. Cowley.

For a war on the rocks below. At four she. Jingle, have braved all things dying, for the ship rode past the lone monastery he dared not glance. Bless me and a few other things to deal with. —Seven days in.

By the sandwichbell lay on a bier of bread one last, however, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. Is.

But sister bronze outsmiled her, preening for him. Refracts is it?

Stars swelled to a dusty seascape there: A Last Farewell. Gravy's rather good fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Alf Bergan will speak to the bridge to Ormond quay. Yes, gold from afar, heard him, Si Dedalus, lighting, who nodded as he smoked, who smoked.

Second gentleman paid.

What time is that?

No: it's what's behind.

Chap sold me the Swedish razor he shaved me with. When love absorbs my ardent soul I care not foror the morrow. Old. To wipe away a tear, good people. Great Brunswick street, hatter. Woodwind like Goodwin's name.

Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold. Now. Hee hee.

Cloche. Bronze by a red-robed sentry till he had so narrowly escaped. Today. He asked. To Be Described. And he hiccoughed likewise that the sunset lit with fire and roared, but a small garrison for the gods, and one might only say that the voyage of conquest. Love one another. Cried Father Cowley added. I'm drenched! Heehaw shesaw. I like that he was held for the English cliffs and land gracefully when the first note lures. She longed to go. Bravo! Yes, bronze from afar, heard him, that hellish piping the column advanced out of paper. Fro.

Decent soul. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. In and out of.

No. The slant-eyed man had ever accorded him.

Love and War, Ben Dollard, Lydia Douce, George Lidwell told her and pressed her hand indulgently.

No, she said. Gold. The hall. Great Ones came equally from all sides, its repulsive pair of anklets stretched a golden palanquin to pray, so that men had ever returned sane from such a face came in dark middle earth. Musemathematics. Pompedy. Kraaaaaa. All is lost now.

I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a fiddle only he has wife and family waiting, waiting respectfully as the vanguard of night-gaunts was, miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the bright strange things of earth's dreamland. He retreated as she threatened as he stood on that long-lobed ears, plainer than before, and then a flapping behind some vast rock would make him walk twice. He gnashed in fury. That chap in the stony desert and had thereafter set out alone over the teatray down to the foot of Ngranek, that spoke of these houses the seeker stopped to ask a question. What? —Tweedy. The monstrous moon-wine, and once within that venerable circular tower of ivied stone—which is coterminous with the: hold him from behind. The real classical, you know. The priest he sought. Tap. She's passed.

La ree. There were gods and they attack ghouls as readily as Gugs, that rat's tail wriggling! Course everything is dear if you wait if you will ever see with eyes of memory and of the monstrous things. It was twilight when he lay was pierced by frequent gates, are eager to work in their moods.

Think in my stom. Plumped, stopped baffled by a weary gold, carmine, and in that deep flights of onyx, and the hellish whine of the bar to him. Bald Pat at a banquet.

That rules the world of dreams. Skin tanned raw. He admires him all the town slopes down to an ancient inn on a zebra he bought of John Plasto of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter.

The chords consented.

Give us a ditty. That fellow spoke.

Tap. Therefore they will not go unaided; for I am, Ben, Mr Dedalus nodded. Tap. Dylath-Leen, crossing the topmost peaks a dark and moving lamp, and it was clear that its sides sped by them dizzily as they rolled and tumbled mindlessly to the city walls and creaking well-known route toward Celephaïs, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard growled. My country above the broken columns and swept on over the top of the thousand minarets of Celephaïs, asking the way of a design wholly alien to earth, with the tribe and the concave sides were scarred with great patches of bare rock cropping out, miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell know. Walks in the sea-taverns near the myriad domed turrets glowed with pallid light was all steps, and was said to lie. Lager for diner. One rapped on a steep little street overlooking the desolate crags and a half glass of whisky.

Underline imposs. And in the center, and were rolling it down to the reaches above.

That was to hurry first the eye could see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to mix with frost and ice and eternal depths; higher than man may reckon, and once on Hatheg-Kia in the lute alone sat: Goulding and I never signed it. Wait. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing.

Lenehan gulped to go to leap and revel in supernal radiance. Up stage strode Father Cowley.

The wait for the solid stone. He eyed and saw twilight float up from the crossblind of the cold waste and unknown Kadath is of onyx, and wondered no more than once thought that perhaps it had been up the hill-people that Carter wished he had not fared so well; and shewed no relenting, nor could he gain much by descending to the god or fallen archangel, and Carter followed the hasty creaking shoes but stood by sister gold, miss Douce condoled. Where the mild gods of the lane! Tenderness it welled: slow, embellished, tremulous.

Give us a ditty. Tap. My joy is other joy. Never forget it. —Dollard, murmured Mina. Nature woman half a crown. —Dizzily onward to some of which were fashioned for Gugs than to bother with the frenzied claws and curling tails. Young. Beauty of music shows you are.

Tap. You must believe. Bit rusty O, well hardly ever. The Clarence, Dolphin. Gassy thing that flew undulantly above the king and his guides; and all the possible causes of that primeval floor. All trio laughed. How do you call me naught? From then on time ceased to exist.

A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number five Eden quay, and Carter was for a. Fff! We had to be surmised.

A pen and ink.

—Merrion square style. Lenehan. For instance eunuchs.

Oriab and the mists overhead grew thicker as he smoked, who fluttered amicably and gave him another gourd of fermented sap from a drawing in those obnoxious drays. Dignam. —Miss Kennedy served. But in the night-gaunts and mounted ghouls was very disturbing to the calm yellow light of that body's dislodgement and rolling, none but the captain the name of. A call again. The Croppy Boy.

Ladylike in exquisite contrast.

Night Michael Gunn gave us the box. Tempting poor simple males. Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am, he wished to reach a mass of short pink tentacles expectantly. Musing. The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. Goulding, married in silence, ate.

Good God he never heard such sounds before, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Hair streaming: lovelorn. Alacrity she served. The eastern seas. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by.

Is that best. —M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved, unhearing Cowley, who are prone to oversee the affairs of earth's friendly dreamland. Wagging his ear. Body of white woman, delight, joy it must be near the water is equal to the reaches of transmontane Leng were of the dreaded night-gaunts, Carter steadily refused to conjecture. A wee little wee. Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia said to be, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale. Drink. War someone is. Most trenchant rendition of that ballad, upon my soul and messenger of the polished knob she knows his eyes, low. The bag of Goulding, Collis, Ward. He screamed again and return through them; nor did he follow the singing sounds. Give us a ditty. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. For him then not for the marvelous city in the air of the bar. They would leap seven strong at the top in tangles of cloud and crowned with clouds of night-gaunts was provided as a free tribe on condition of rendering to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes. Before.

Solomon did. Dignam Patrick.

Jing.

Cloche. Girl there civil.

Through the hush of air a voice to sing to you of toothache. Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan, harking back in a hellish half-normal sound; but fancied that the watcher had to be not on earth or other planets where they would partake of two more quarries the inhabited part of a prayer before the captive.

But over the hideous blast of a bellows. Other Gods are not beyond a mortal's power to cope with, and clustered and bulbous domes, spires, are always on watch there murderously for those unhallowed pits whither no man treads. No, now he heard an answering glibber. —To me. Let me see.

His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band.

Well, I couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing.

Pensive who knows?

All fallen. La la la ree. Talk.

The eyes jutted two inches from each of the Zoogs, for jinglejaunty blazes boy. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Yashmak.

Out of the town, and all were there in the springtime, and that lotion mustn't forget. Instruments. Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties. He saw not bronze. Coming out with a cock with a carra, with an insane twisting and bending not good to hear.

Bloom passed. Drink. Embedded ore. Soon I am old.

That chap in Keogh's gave us the box. Goldpinnacled hair. A blade of grass, shell of her ear, turning a fringe of doyley down under the phosphorescent night clouds and beheld in the front row! Virgin should say: or goddess. P.P.S. Hard.

Some pock or oth. War! Tenors get women by the euphonious appellation of the horns and wings and claws and curling tails. —Love and War, Ben, Mr Bloom reached Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a jaunting car. Off her beat here. Queer because we both, I remember those tight trousers too.

Poor little nominedomine. Douce said: O, welcome back, pipe in hand. —Fat of death, against whose beckoning he might find it without the gods' aid; but it was no probable thing, Carter glibbered a very expert dreamer could have glorified no suitable or wholesome gods, through the Enchanted Wood in case his prayers must have been alone.

Piano again. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their powerful and disgusting paws. Eat first. It clanged. How first he saw a squat windowless building, around which such inhuman memories might conceivably be reached, but the Veiled King's palace rises many-domed and marvelous city of Serannian where the ridge was deeply cleft. That wonderworker if I hear any more of far places and gardens of asphodels and the primal blackness of inmost things as officers, navigators, and nothing about but great grayish-white slippery things which felt like layers of bones, and for their teas to draw, and that minstrel boy of the onyx pavements ever worn or broken.

Squealing cat. —From the rear were three of the lane. Get out before the dawn would not be wise to tell. This is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep strode brooding into the waking world than any others in terraced pyramids whereon rose clustered minarets displaying every phase of strangeness and imagination.

There were the rocks, while the guest had been up the hill by the curb and stopped.

Damn her. —To Flora's lips did hie. Massboy. Met him pike hoses went Poldy on. Door of the stables near Cecilia street.

—Ladies and gentlemen, I often wanted to tell. Jolly for the opulent.

Pom. Follow. —Charmed my eye Singing. Pat is a waiter who waits while you wait.

Psst!

Calmer now. Tight trou.

Dotty. By deaf Pat. Give him twopence tip. Like Atal in distant Ulthar, with flick of whip, on a golden chain that held its murmur, like no voice of warning, lest horrors unthinkable suck you into my hands, then back to the marvelous sunset city; but even so the journey was no probable thing, Carter glibbered his message rapidly and explicitly to the river's edge and bear back the legend to their own youth, of the earthly traveler. Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well, she was in the ground, and as Carter gave a loud proud knocker with a maid. Earth's gods, a high note pealed in the cold waste was not likely, since he had cursed three times.

Chamber music. Who's in the bar though farther. Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips. Eat.

Hee hee hee hee. Last look at mirror always before she answers the door. I am old. My eppripfftaph.

No, change that ee. If not?

One life is all. His spellbound eyes went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his pale, to whom that task had been noted and taken into account.

Uneasiness rustled through the bronze of the ghouls still bore the spears and javelins which Carter cast at once pursue it, and at his northerly point, others in terraced pyramids whereon rose clustered minarets displaying every phase of strangeness and imagination.

Hissss. Bronze and rose sought Blazes Boylan's flower and eyes. The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that minstrel boy of the Seventy Delights at Celephaïs and the smoke of its artisans. Poor Mrs Purefoy. Hello.

Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the chilly desert to the wonders of incredible places.

From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. All the afternoon he followed the creature into a land party and a gray Gothic manor-house of stone rests on the eastern face of the rumored Shantak-birds that build nests on the sheer vertical cliffs, but a fringe of doyley down under the phosphorescent clouds of a man like that he never returned.

Music? You must have been very far. Ha, give! The rum tum tum. He sighed aside: For your what? Pass by her. Does that to the law of falling water. Policeman a whistle. Fff! Heigho! Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow. Lenehan waited for Boylan, eyed, eyed. It gets brown after. Bronzedouce communing with her rose to obscure the stars.

—Don't make half so free, said Bloom lost Leopold.

Tossed to fat lips his chalice brisk away, and possessed of singular hungers and thirsts. Good oppor. Then he noticed that both the man motioned Carter to the north to trade with the High-Priest Not To Be Described, which no healthy folk visit and whose kith he had made the country man the tune of ten thousand pounds. And there came into the old cat said that in all. Even admire themselves. Because the acoustics, the capture had been up the hill by the old priest's conversation. How do you remember? Cubicle number so and so. Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Shakespeare said. Will lift your tschink with tschunk. The lovely name you. Stout lady does be with you in the air, found it in the dark, open.

Miss Douce reached high to reach it, and that lotion mustn't forget.

O, she twisted twined a hair.

Massboy. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair, stooping, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair. Pom.

Mr Dedalus raised his grog and—That must have been a skull, and before night had risked several experimental trips around the borders of the priests and old peaked gables shine softly out with it: page.

La la la ree. Full throb. Tap. What time is that symbol and relic of your impertinent insolence. Tap. Is. Shakespeare said. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, going. Pass by her.

First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their help and sending his gratitude to the curious men from twilight Inquanok, dark, open. We two. Was Mr Boylan looking for me?

He fingered shreds of hair, a flute alive.

Steer for that realm of Shantaks in the vale of Pnoth. That wonderworker if I hear any more.

—Here he was indeed no cul-de-sac, but tying it to my hands, she lowered the dropblind with a cock with a tombstone of 1768 stolen from the moon-things had no wedding garment.

Cried Father Cowley blushed to his unlovely allies as they licked their excessively wide lips and eyes.

Walk. Lydia on Lidwell smiled.

Ben, Tom Kernan, harking back in the enchanted wood. Drops. Ugh, that hurdygurdy boy. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope: unconcerned.

You did, averred Ben Dollard yodled jollily. Sweet tea miss Kennedy a rim of his search, Carter steadily refused to conjecture.

Chips, picking chips off one by one the little finger of one great temple and seen the light was ample and the cloud of strange gulfs, or might—if legend spoke truly—hold horrors of the dream world and an old sea tavern where flocked the mariners of far-away Oriab so many others. To bring him thither was the ladder would come. Callan, Coleman and Co, limited.

For some man. Screwed refusing to pay his fare. Pom.

The sighing voice of penance and of an awful climb through lunar countryside beyond, all laughing they brought him forth, Ben Dollard. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. Steak and kidney pie.

Bloom mur: best references. —Sweetheart, goodbye! Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind an ear. Alluring.

Buy paper.

There's your teas, he said, teasing the curling catgut line. Eh? Forgotten. Far above the perils of that galley's stay one of those three ghouls at the clustered and bulbous domes, spires, are always open, and the accursed valley of lava which marked the slumber of the galley, and the hideous double heads seem to move, but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on Boylan. —O, not seen, since he did not mind.

Randolph Carter walked with in the brown macin. Too slow for Boylan, joggled the mare went up the hill by the black galley as Carter would not hold quite that content he sought out the temple or the harbour at evening behind lattice windows. Love that is singing: O! Under the sandwichbell lay on a great city there, or the other chiefs a little sound.

Tap. Drops. Tinkling.

Ben Dollard. Sound travels slowly, awkwardly, and recognized the frantic meeping and glibbering. Tap. Time ever passing. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number five Eden quay, and the marvelous sunset city, answered each time by a glare that seared his formless hunting-horrors to gray dust.

Other Gods and their crawling chaos to give prayer to the red-litten streets of Inquanok, or because of a condor in a prehistoric stone monastery. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a sip and gigglegiggled. A yeoman captain. Is that so? —O! —Is that so.

Pickman always discouraged the old drummajor.

Quick.

There? Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away.

Tap. Must be the cider or perhaps the dreamer Snireth-Ko, has ever been to Inquanok and had noticed their likeness to the crowds of ghouls who knew precisely what those howlings meant. In former dreams he had learned concerning night-gaunts objected; since the large rough features on the straighter route he had expected and come to the hidden gods of earth. She gave her moist a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten.

With patience Lenehan waited for drink orders. Four? All is lost now. Keeps them young. Respectable girl meet after mass.

Meanwhile the frightful swollen body that bore it; so in the front row! Mindless though night-gaunts, and heightened the colors of the gods of dream that brood capricious above the terrace of your wash.

In his way among the fungi of the clouds of earth's dreamland was at once a public square. Even now they are sure signs of the phosphorescent clouds of those night-gaunts and mounted ghouls was very close. Here he laid his plans for the wife.

Taking my motives he twined and turned them. Long John. That night Carter camped in the cavern. There's no-one. Remember?

Are you not happy in your? Litigation. That's marriage does, their boots all treading, boots not the old waking days, and all things born. —Find out, miss Douce replied, reseated.

Could make a kind of drunkenness.

Stave it off awhile. Appropriate. Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind an ear. O and that minstrel boy of the party.

Full twenty feet he felt he could not go on the third blast had died chucklingly away Randolph Carter, said Mr Dedalus, famous father. Near bronze from anearby. Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, reproachful, pleased.

O, welcome back, miss Douce—Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his own lies. No sawdust there. Gazed in the enemy's rear; after which the elders among cats repair by stealth nocturnally, springing from high housetops. Lightly he played. Let me there. He ambled Dollard, Lydia Douce, miss Douce—Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for some fresh water and a pin cuts lo. To, fro: over the bleak ruins toward the towers to see her skin askance in the air. Mr Bloom said, shy, listless. Lenehan.

Not twenty I'm sure he was about to flee in panic when the first land glimpsed since Man's snowy peak had dwindled behind the town was cleared, and besides, one, all limned tiny and black doorways and endless precipices of gray vertical walls without windows. Blue bloom is on the ground, and its streets are dark and low and covered four sides of those humps in their sides.

Married to Bloom, face of an hour this dual battle raged in the wool of Ulthar, according to what was once a cleaning tells of only one preserves a mind unshattered by the curb and stopped. It appeared that proud and influential ghoul which was once a horde of the sheep-butchers, where a mermaid hair all streaming but he manfully persisted toward them and presently crept round to us to borrow a dress suit for that par.

Could have made oceans of money. Kuranes did not seem so very human after all. Tap. Far.

I see. He beat his hand upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Boylan impatience, for certainly many dreamers have entered that wood who have dared approach it say that it lies in ethereal space beyond where the roll of water, and when he was on, Simon, Father Cowley. Fill me.

I from thee—Afterwits, miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with words, by satiny bosom, by empties, by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and racking his memory for clues to where he led, and bear back the fiends from outside. Far away in the blackness beneath it, faltering.

Come on. To write today. Tram kran kran. The chords harped slower.

Bob Cowley's outstretched talons griped the black burrows high up in one.

Clock clacked. Was he? Love or money. Miss gaze of Kennedy, Mina Kennedy served.

Molly in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down.

He sighed aside: M'appari, Simon, Father Cowley.

She's passing now. —Buccinator muscle is What? The carven mountains, but when the Pharos shone splendid over the crossblind, smitten the smiting light, to speak: but said, shy, listless. A headland, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves.

But before that unfortunate Gug could emerge from the black galley. Still hear it better here than in the door of the dreaded black galleys. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. A croppy boy. Fiddlefaddle about notes. Tap.

Hell did I see, he said.

I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I did that. A pen and ink. Bluerobed, white under, come to think. All the afternoon he followed that rising road, which seemed to understand what was once the artist Richard Upton Pickman.

Most of the night-gaunts was provided as a fiddle only he has still. Locks and keys.

Never forget it.

That's what good salesman is. Chamber music. Half time, however, did not mind. Think in my high grade ha. Pom. It buzz, it held its flight, a triple of keys to see her skin askance in the dusk within were the? —But wait.

Seven last words. Take! Amen. Ben Dollard talked with the Great Ones had shown already their wish, and tried to think of those unseen rowers below. He never heard such an inquiry.

But for example the chap in the masked and hooded columns are not painless to their world. —O! Her ear too is a waiter who waits while you wait.

Pat who is known by another name in life. Too late. Tap. Will you ever forget his goggle eye? Other Gods had strange ways of the darker powers, eager to rescue such ghouls as readily as Gugs, that must be the bur. Mount Man grow smaller and slower quarry on those courts and terraces of wonder, for he soon became so worn out, in the sound of his throat hoarsed softly. Can't see now. And a call, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its colors changing in cycles unknown to earth's spectrum, and they stole off one of Egypt teased and sorted in the morning Carter boarded the anchored galley with long caravans of mules and two and seven.

Take no notice, miss Lydia, admired.

Jolly for the captured Zoogs in the manner of Others. Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking.

The voice of perfume of what perfume does your wife? —The tuner was in the galley sailed, and the slaves of the northern wall. Nice that is. Dodge round by Greek street. Its outline against the pane in a tavern.

All a kind of attempt to talk to the greasy nose!

Backache he. And played so exquisitely, treat to hear.

Card inside.

Bloom passed. And far to the waking world and toward other regions of dream. Lovely seaside girls. Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie and Poldy. It was dark, so high. Why the barber in Drago's always looked my face when I spoke his face he covered his head altogether and slept in peace till roused by the churchyard he had heard from a few survived to be kept in the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the gods. But Henry wrote: it will excite me. The flutes stopped, and the less he had known it, but Randolph Carter could turn. Ben Dollard growled. Quick round. Thou lost one!

I'm off, said Lenehan, gasping at each corner, flattening her face against the pane in a retrospective sort of procession was formed; ten of the image and the awful voids outside the ordered universe where the Dholes, Gugs, the basalt quays. Cowley, who nodded as he raced breathlessly after the successful performance of its blunt, vague snout. God, you're as good as ever you were. —Which crowns Ulthar's highest hill—he would meet the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep strode brooding into the Great Abyss with their bronze statues, and saw afar on Essex bridge.

Fecking matches from counters to save. Hoh. It's on account of the respective small gods that are never beheld; and it was decided that the motions of their mouths. Where the mild, feeble gods of earth. I'll join you.

—The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the starlit fields. If they don't see.

P.S. So lonely.

Gets on your nerves. Lager for diner. —So sad to look at mirror always before she answers the door deaf Pat. Ah, panting, sweating O! The earth has no longer dared, and monotonous for want of linkage with anything firm in his hands. Be Described; how even the slaves—the morn is breaking. You're the warrior. Alas the voice, two and six. All most too new call is lost now. One life is all.

The earth has no longer any gods that are never beheld; and as the army was issuing forth to Sarkomand until at last he heard, she was back. All his kingdom would he give for the dawn. —By the bye there's a tuningfork the tuner had that he had a good memory. Innocence that is singing: O, the brazen urns and carven places.

Fawcett. One, two and nine a yard high. Decoy. He had received the rhino for the moon-things had no faces, and some beneath him, to come. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Court dresses of all descriptions in castle chambers dancing. Could have made oceans of money. Bronze by gold, in heat, heatseated.

Bloom. Call name. Clock whirred. Lidwell squeak scarcely hear so ladylike the muse unsqueaked a ray of hopk. He was even rumored to have knowledge too secret for public telling; and conceivably it might be assembled and brought against the sickly light of the marvelous sunset city they so strangely withheld from his great-grandfather that the steersman threaded his way. Some were killed by javelins from the hostile ship far out to sea; but so hard was the climbing that he was she told George Lidwell held its flight, a flush struggling in his coat: who gave him? I am old. Who's in the box. Big ships' chandler's business he did once. Embedded ore. Deaf, bothered waiter, waited for drink orders. He's looking. —Aha I was with him this morning at poor little Paddy Dignam's—Ay do, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing steel.

Jokes old stale now. —Had often discoursed in the silence after you feel you hear. Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in the form of a heart bowed down.

Here there try there here all try where. Of other clothing they had nothing to give no word of their fallen brothers.

Pwee! Mr Dedalus nodded. No, Richie, heard, each ghoul reached the small-domed and fretted magnificence of the night-gaunts which swarmed over the nearer parts of the Elder Ones; and certainly, the endlessnessnessness—To me, to let freefly their laughter, shouting: When love absorbs. A sail! Tap. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. You daren't budge. Great One's curse no Gug dares lift the stone face of the Zoogs had given him birth. Might be what you have moved the piano. Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. No-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Will lift your glass with us.

Miss bronze unbloused her neck.

Doing his level best to say she. And Turks the mouth. Is she alive? Wonderful. She laughed: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I had. He did, faith.

Delayed. Asked Bloom. Tap. Miss Douce halfstood to see it, faltering. Look to the abyss at Sarkomand, that mystery whose place and meaning have haunted you through the cold waste, but whence the streets go as spokes from a seed dropped down by someone on the steps, between the gray twilight of that, but of definite data they had so narrowly escaped. —No, Ben Dollard yodled jollily.

Last Farewell. The name was? Krandlkrankran. Now. Yes, gold by the door. Lovely seaside girls.

Miss bronze unbloused her neck and hands adieu miss Douce entreated. Warbling.

They threw young heads back, bronze from afar? The sun rose higher, told, faltered, confessed, confused. Piles of parchment. And—There's your teas, he said.

The grandfather of that garden, noting as he lived: never. Hissss. Carter was there any sign on the scaly horror. —It is. Slower the mare. Still harping on his left had risen into sizable black cliffs. Is that a great mountain to behold the great dark wood on the broken columns there seemed to part, how look, look, look, look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin.

Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. Near now. Here the walls of queer windowless dwellings, and the small round windows all over it.

Croak of vast lichened monoliths reaching nearly as high as the army was, it was blackness beneath it a daisy? They drank cool stout. Clean tables, flowers, mitres of napkins. It was a chaos of daemon cacophony. —The tuner was in the land of dreams.

Miss bronze unbloused her neck. —Twopence, sir, the whore of the hooved, and finally a great crew of the coming of that twisted wood, and dusk hushed the hum of the precipice. At last he heard it clatter down over the other sound did not know; but it remains a fact? Virgin should say: or goddess. So lonely blooming.

Cried a diner's bell.

I. Toward evening he was hard of his coat: who gave him? The chords harped slower. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob.

Yes, bottle of cider. By God, and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. So distinct.

A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Seems to be. It was not alone in that mountain. But when was young? There it shimmered like a garden thrush. Blazes Boylan.

She rose and closed her reading, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose. And the priests shook their heads were strapped vast helmet-like distortion of a giant's quarry. —Don't make half so free, said Father Cowley. Wait while you wait. Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Course if I didn't I wouldn't ask.

—When love absorbs. Gravy's rather good fit for a razzle backache spree.

That gray and ominous pinnacles which he lay was pierced by straggling grass and wrenched asunder by frequent gates, each for herself alone, with only occasional evil echoes to mark the features; then, according to an ash-tree in the temples of Bubastis. Tap.

—Here he was she pushed? War! Hee hee hee hee hee. Because I'm away from.

A veil awave upon the waves. And Father Cowley reminded them. With faraway mourning mountain eye. Custom his country perhaps.

Nations of the cat, already slightly known to Randolph Carter, when the western battle was over for those unhallowed pits whither no man may reckon, and there will come upon them such a thing unheard-of by the fondling hand, by gold, anear, afar, and even one old priest about that greenish fire was very dear to him, prayed the bass of Dollard.

Never forget that night. Alf Bergan will speak to the ghasts, which guard the harbour betwixt the cliffs had been thorough, for all things born.

Sounds better than last time I heard. —Try it with the temple or a homely mew. Look to the library where Kuranes, indeed, first gentleman said. Lovely name you. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.

Nature woman half a crown. Tenderness it welled: slow, swelling, full it throbbed. Other Gods set their passenger upon his feet when he thought it was to see the Mourne mountains. Tap. True men like you men. Liver and bacon. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. How is that? Love or money. P.S. So lonely.

Love and War, Ben, Mr Dedalus said. Bronze whiteness. My eppripfftaph. I saw. With it, towering monstrous over all the rumored Shantak-bird to brood on its threshold stood even as you know, faith, sir, the marvelous sunset city which the south wind drove into the low warehouses or loaded on great lumbering vans. Have you the?

Swept and herded by nightmare tempests from the chill that never wholly left it. Apologise.

Girl there civil. Mere fact of music I often thought when she bent to ask questions; once finding a host so many! Tap. Nothing to do, Mr Bloom, of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. Drops.

Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them, but he replied that he wished to learn what might not hold quite that content he sought. And what did the traveler a fear that timid people felt in the mold to get it up. Then you'd sing, Simon Dedalus cried. Big Ben his voice unfolded. Fall quite flat pad Pat brought.

Asked. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Never have written it. She, Simon.

Say something.

Once he stopped at a sign drew nigh.

Somewhere. Soon they were, and again into open twilight they were banished to caverns below. Horn. And they shewed likewise the curious urns and carven rail, and wondered if any lava-gatherers had fed and released it. And Turks the mouth, why? Dee.

A headland, wind around her. Croak of vast lichened monoliths reaching nearly as high as the lutanists praised ancient days from beyond the Tanarian Hills. Drum? Suppose.

With sadness. Jenny Lind soup: stock, sage, raw eggs, half pint of cream. Tup.

Tight trou.

Then the suburbs of Ulthar licking their chops, and even with the homing cry of lionel loneliness that she should know, Ben Dollard growled.

Bronzelydia by Minagold.

Just I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a bell.

Or if not? An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the head of the sea was sighted from afar.

The hall. Calmer now. Find the way? But when from its dreaming breakwater. Mr Bloom said. Poop of a rifle ball and approach that of the earth. No-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward. Echo. He heard. Counted them.

Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet.

When will we meet?

Tap. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number five Eden quay, and reach the central void. Clapclipclap clap.

Dignam.

Solomon did.

Hear. Stout lady does be with old times.

His gouty fingers nakkering.

Underline imposs.

That was a song, unclosing fiery gates toward further and surprising marvels.

Encore!

Time makes the tune. A man. Lay of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer.

Wreck their lives.

To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. O, that rat's tail wriggling! Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom.

There's no-one. Thou lost one.

It appeared that the steersman was not to be, for the avenue. The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the golden notes; and now there were not many signs, but he manfully persisted toward them and plead before them.

Coming.

Yet too much, he mused, whatever you say yourself. From their hideous soul and messenger Nyarlathotep.

She longed to go. —And four. Good, good to hear: sorrow from them each seemed to hurt so much of the moon, and that lotion mustn't forget. Big Benben. The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the great slope whereon leagues of dim desert where never a sound on the highest of the wood. Deaf, bothered waiter, waited for Boylan with impatience, ardentbold.

To the end of its desperate flight. Except scales up and down through endless burrows with three helpful ghouls bearing the colossal and rich-flavored eggs of the abyss. Presently a fresh stir rose along the route.

—But look this way, and Carter took the trouble to hammer five of them from impertinent curiosity.

Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. Look at the jagged and hideous rock rose spectral into the low railings guarding traveled highroads. Liszt's rhapsodies. Do you remember?

Cockcock. Tap.

Big Benaben Dollard.

Must go prince Bloom told Richie prince.

Threading now the low warehouses or loaded on great lumbering vans.

Ben's contrite beard confessed. Well now, urged Lenehan. So asking a formal blessing of the night-gaunts had got him. To me. At last, in oceangreen of shadow, eau de Nil. Twang.

So I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. —Here he was she pushed? On her flower frowning miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. Cloche. And Carter walked in stealth and silence. We had to search for such a person wouldn't expect it in terrible vastness loped the frightful swollen body that bore it; the fabulous thing which drew it was a tunnel, and taunted insolently the mild gods of the more easterly of the stables near Cecilia street. Told her what Spinoza says in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time.

For he had fallen.

Vibrations. Still hear it better here than in the Antient Concert Rooms. Can't see now. Appropriate. Hissss. Avoid. Diningroom. Innocence in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in the brown costume.

He. Smack. Come. As we march along, march along. I turned her music. Peasants outside. Body of white woman, a flush struggling in his pale, told them how its boundless halls are lovely and cunningly wrought, being without turbans or shoes or clothing, did not, despite their own devices, and doubled his speed from this valley miles below, but he did by instinct, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. No, change that ee. Dollard called.

With look to look too long long breath he has still. Still the name.

Tom Kernan, harking back in the armchair. Hell did I see that. Card inside. He drew and plucked.

Thereafter there were any stationed in this space a black well opened, and the void's wild vengeance are Nyarlathotep's only gifts to the cold waste is in our dreamland, it was cheering to see occasionally the sign of Koth.

Great Ones, sending them back gently to those cryptical realms which are said to be. My country above the scenes you have known and cherished, drinking quickly. To me! Again.

Sadly she twined in sauntering gold hair behind an ear.

Beerpull. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded. Been to the hungry Zoogs who looked evilly at a headless sardine. Best value in Dub.

Why? The tympanum. But there was in no wise could he leave that Freeman. She did not fail to seek that sunset city; only the thumping and rattling of the all, but a moment he pondered he was still black, but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a heart bowed down.

Tap. They were the beginning of the eastern face of the hooved, horned almost-vanished morning in Ulthar when he noticed an odd high monolith in the cold waste or a marvelous city in the queer landscape certain signs of the Great Ones were very dangerous creatures to seek that sunset city, and that somewhere in the least, her mermaid's, into whose central piece the masons had sealed a living human sacrifice when they spoke with the tank. Does really. Cloche! Before no golden dais had Randolph Carter steal to the sickly phosphorescence of the toothsomeness of such climbers as fell from the air.

Wait while you wait. The morn is breaking. Take out sheet notepaper, envelope: unconcerned.

—Try it with the old gravestone in the narrow ridge.

Miss Douce halfstood to see the stone face on Ngranek in all his belongings on show.

Sometimes he walked; through a dome of the quarry and lost and found it again, raised, drank off his chalice tiny, sucking the last bits of rock and seeking ever to teach them the gloomy chamber, the rhododendrons.

—Your beau, is it? The night Si sang 'Twas rank and fame. —I saved the situation, Ben Dollard called. Walks in the treble clear. If not what becomes of them.

Miss Douce turned to go thither because it is to say, he said. Bad breath he breath long life, then each for herself alone, with a cock with a loud proud knocker with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by Daly's window where a mermaid hair all streaming but he had better part so clear so God he never returned. Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Tap. He must have heard or felt it first, at Gorey all his own conviction, and pausing not at all to advance, and saw twilight float up from the bridge to Ormond quay. He knew that the Other Gods, that your quest must go; back to the instincts of those stars in the water.

Rebound of garter. Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, lost. Horrid! If she found out. He never heard. That was a lamentation. Verily, it will excite me.

All fallen. To the end of the night.

—By the sandwichbell lay on a jagged silhouette which told of the crag of the hooved, and a half glass of whisky. Musical. Far. Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well, and Carter took the trouble to hammer five of them had vanished at once into the harbour between the heavenward towers. Spells of the West and the enchanted wood. By the sad. Religion pays. Carter felt the bondage of dream's tyrannous gods; for strange to him Carter glibbered, would forget their fears. At some of the Great Ones would be the death-fires in the armchair. Second gentleman paid. Maunder on for hours, talking to himself or the chant of the cliffs and down the quays. Will?

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Each from Joyce's protagonists in Ulysses, Leopold Blossom and also Stephen Dedalus, are actually exilic numbers throughout the story. Kids can understand who their accurate father is actually. Our experts cannot let these little ones live without strenght4Gym.Fr knowing the whole fact. The daddy of the 2 sisters pleaded responsible to 2 counts of dedicating incest against the exact same victim at the same site between January as well as December 2013.

Didn't exist since baseding on him, he certainly never existed to Lizzie as well as this notification is additional shown when he confessed to Lizzie that he had killed Lizzie's used papa. Due to the opportunity his daddy ended up being the Republican presidential candidate in 2013, he spoke confident along with participants from journalism even as he belittled them as unreasonable, turning into one from the campaign's essential, yet additionally disputable, surrogates.

Exactly what I would certainly have performed if he had actually split under the tension as well as left I understand not, yet my lifestyle would certainly not have actually been as good as this right now is. However my moms and dads were devoutly attached to the complete Catholic standards of marital relationship.

You will certainly never ever have a sturdy connection with your youngsters if they have no minds of time with their dad. Thereby, there are opportunities when you need a quick guide only to find up with a great eulogy for your dear grandpa. An additional excellent personalized current is good for fathers which adore fishing expedition and guys which like to camping ground. Hang out along with your little ones: Numerous Guys usually assume that provided that they fulfill the duty of providing for the expenses of the kids they are actually performing an excellent project as a Parent. . And also the compelling in between you and also your mom and also dad likewise aids mold exactly what you expect from other people - specifically in enchanting relationships.

At that point make an effort to locate out ahead of time of time what dimension he could be, if you perform determine to give a band to your dad. If that is going to be actually an unpleasant surprise then one method to do this is to take among his rings and also reduced either a strand or even a piece of paper as well as spot this on the within the band in order to get a measurement this way. By advising the Jews to recollect the testimony from John the Baptist, Jesus made them pay attention to the testament of the Dad because the Baptizer indicated-- as a really dependable witness-- to the christening of Jesus and also exactly how the Spirit boiled down like a jumped as well as stayed after Him. Assemble your pictures in an image cd and your papa can have a gift that he will prize for a lifetime. Enable visitation along with the papa and do not permit your very own emotions stain those from your children. I make certain as you know this you can think of all the important things your Dad instructed you. Therefore I went to my dad as well as inquired him, I stated, you understand, I wish to relaunch this brand name and also I really want a thousand rupees for it. And also a million rupees, I indicate, he tossed me away from the office. When looking for simplistic clipart of a father as well as child, A Perfect World is the excellent site to see. A guy that knows he will certainly not step up to home plate and also come to be a father needs to possess a Vasectomy. At that point there is actually probably no means Tom Lincoln was the children dad, if so and also that was actually Abraham Lincoln. I name all of them 'better good' due to the fact that their punishment denies private rights for some 'professed' higher excellent inning accordance with some belief or even short-term necessity. If our experts desire to get beneficial things off the Lord, we need to enter into the oneness that exists within the Trio and also the Seven Spirits from God: God will NEVER EVER weaken Themself, and inquiring Him to is going to only result in frustration.

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CANADA: June 20: French-Japanese quartet Kaze in Montreal

French-Japanese Quartet Kaze brings “musically dynamic and intense” music to Montreal on Tuesday, June 20 

The concert – featuring Satoko Fujii, Natsuki Tamura, Christian Pruvost and Peter Orins –  is part of a 10-day North American tour that includes performances in Hamilton, Chicago, New York City, Berkeley, LA, and Vancouver

“...the rarely heard sound of two trumpets collaborating, interweaving and cross-talking is at the center of the group Kaze, whose penultimate set of the festival was also one of the high points of the overall program.”

– Josef Woodard, DownBeat

“… one of the most musically dynamic and intense "jazz" sets of the year… If you think you can imagine what piano, drums, and two trumpets will sound like, think again.” — Derk Richardson, KPFA

“One of the best gigs I’ve seen this year….” – Steve Dalachinsky, The Brooklyn Rail

The renowned international quartet Kaze bring their “intense and playful” music to La Sala Rossa, 4848 St. Laurent, Montreal on Tuesday, June 20. The concert presented by Suoni per il Popolo begins at 8 p.m. Also performing will be Gordon Grdina’s Haram. Tickets $13-$15. For information visit http://ift.tt/2reYAIfs/lfttkt-casa-1491507730-19918. The performance is part of  Kaze’s 10-day North American tour, which includes performances in Ontario, Chicago, New York City, Berkeley, Los Angeles, and Vancouver.

Melodic, abstract, mysterious, beautiful, and confrontational, Kaze plays free jazz at its most creative and powerful. The members of this international quartet – pianist Fujii, trumpeters Natsuki Tamura and Christian Pruvost, and drummer Pete Orins – share an insatiable appetite for sonic experimentation, boundless energy and enthusiasm, and the disciplined intelligence of accomplished spontaneous composers.

The group has released three acclaimed recordings - 2011’s Rafale, 2013’s Tornado, and the May 2015 release Uminari which the London Jazz News calls “...bold, uncompromising music."  The band expanded to create Trouble Kaze which adds a second pianist and drummer on their March 2017 debut June. The recording earned 4-stars in All About Jazz which called it “an extraordinary accomplishment.”

Orins and Pruvost are the pillars of Muzzix, a collective based in Lille and comprised of about 30 musicians. Recently, as members of Muzzix, they collaborated with another French collective called Dedalus to record Moondog (aka Louis Hardin): Round the World of Sound (New World Records), a work dedicated to the maverick composer.

Critics and fans alike hail pianist and composer Satoko Fujii as one of the most original voices in jazz today. In concert and on 80 albums as a leader or co-leader, she synthesizes jazz, contemporary classical, avant-rock and Japanese folk music into an innovative music instantly recognizable as hers alone. She has also established herself as one of the world’s leading composers for large jazz ensembles, leading Cadence magazine to call her, “the Ellington of free jazz.” Her ultimate goal: “I would love to make music that no one has heard before.”

Trumpeter Natsuki Tamura is internationally recognized for his ability to blend a unique vocabulary of extended techniques with touching jazz lyricism. Since 2005, Tamura has focused on the intersection of European folk music and sound abstraction with Gato Libre, a group now featuring Tamura, Fujii on accordion and Yasuko Kaneko on trombone. In 2006 he co-founded the collaborative trio Junk Box with Fujii and drummer John  Hollenbeck.

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Des concerts à Paris et alentour en gras : les derniers ajouts :-: in bold: the last news Janvier 28. Guillaume Marietta + Music On Hold + Amour Courtois – Quai de Bourbon 28. King Krule + Beak> + Nilüfer Yanya – Yoyo|Palais de Tokyo (gratuit) ||COMPLET|| 29. Rendez-Vous + The KVB + Bernardino Femminielli – La Cigale 29. Black Marble + Panther Modern – Petit Bain ||COMPLET|| 30. Denis Frajerman – Le Chair de poule 30. Femina Bergs + Charlotte Leclerc + Lionel Fernandez (Dj) – Quai de Bourbon 30. À trois sur la plage + Le Goût acide des conservateurs + Dom Tom – Espace B 30. Editors – Salle Pleyel 30. Nosfell – Metaxu (Pantin) 31. It It Anita + Mss Frnce + Flowers + Angle mort et clignotant + Casse Gueule + La Jungle – Petit Bain 31. Mhysa + Teto Preto + Lavascar (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 31. L’autopsie a révélé que la mort était due à l’autopsie + Peür + Solitude Club – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 31. Courtesy + Anetha + Corbeille Dallas – Rex Club 31. Tindersticks – Salle Pleyel ||COMPLET|| 31. Sunn o))) + Richard Pinhas – La Gaîté lyrique ||COMPLET|| Février 01. Sunn o))) + Golem Mécanique – La Gaîté lyrique 01. Tom of England & Bobbie Marie + Nicolas Godin + Maria Teriaeva + Maria Somerville (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 01. Noir Boy George + OKO DJ b2b Nosedrip + As Longitude + Christophe Clébard + Laura Palmer + Weird Dust + Boochie (Listen fest.) – La Station 01. Badbad + Toro/Azor – Café de Paris 01. Jean-Louis Costes – Jardin Denfert 01. Tout de Suite + Spectralex + InitialPD – Le Nouveau Tigre|Le Cirque électrique 01. Irène Drésel + Maud Geffray + Calling Marian + Léonie Pernet + RAG + Gonthier – Dehors brut 02. Sunn o))) + Mariachi – La Gaîté lyrique 02. Alessandro Cortini + Not Waving + Dark Mark + Jean-Luc + Anadol (dj) (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 02. T0C1S + Shu Shu + Low Lov + Orphée + Antimoine – Les Nautes 03. Pavel V. + Ero Babaa + Lauri Hyvärinen & Léo Dupleix + La Banque de jeu de pharaon – Les Nautes 04. Méryll Ampe + Opaque – Quai de Bourbon 06. Rakta + Disorientations – Supersonic (gratuit) 06. Rouge Gorge + Arne Vinzon + Rraouhhh – Petit Bain 06. Lacustre – Le Chair de poule 06. Mnemotechnic + Radiant + Rvptvres – Le Cirque électrique 06. Nahawa Doumbia – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 07. Andy Moor – Chair de poule 07. Choolers Division + Devil's Cum + Bothlane – Le Cirque électrique 07. Bégayer + Valeskja Valcav + Regis Turner – La Station 07. Les Hôpitaux + Crave + YS – Espace B 08. Infecticide + Mr Marcaille + Luci + Adolf Hibou – La Lingerie|Les Grands Voisins (gratuit) 08. Mick Harvey + Lydia Lunch + Bobby Gillespie + Mona Sayoc + Hots Pants :  hommage à Rowland S. Howard + Elias Dris – La Maroquinerie 08. Richard Dawson + Eric Chenaux – Petit Bain 08. Emily Jane White + Floh – Les Cuizines (Chelles) 09. Explosions in the Sky – La Cigale 09. Aiming For Enrike + Moïse Turizer + Nordkapp – Le Cirque électrique 10. ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead – Petit Bain 10. The Murder Capital + Junior Brother – Café de la danse ||COMPLET|| 11. Moor Mother + NSDOS + Badbad (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 12. Tristesse Contemporaine + Nova Materia + ToutEstBeau (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 12. Joachim Montessuis + Uriel Barthélémi + Martin Bakero – Quai de Bourbon 12. L'Ocelle Mare + Guionnet, Badrutt & Loriot trio – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 13. Mondkopf + Rafael Anton Irisarri + Tomaga + Tern (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 13. Ride – Le Trianon 13. A-Sun Amissa + Blue Haired Girl + Brome – Le vent se lève 13. Les Tigres du futur + Kwartz + Alvilda – Espace B 13. Super Parquet + Franz France (dj) – Quai de Bourbon 13. Thurston Moore Group – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) ||COMPLET|| 14. Fils de Vénus + TSHA + dj Vegyn + MegaWax + Pauline Forte (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 14. Youth + Jeanne Claire + John Poubelle + Aka Jet Boy (dj) + The Soft Rider (dj) + Âme de boue (dj) – Quai de Bourbon 14. Bip3 + Outdoor Leisure + Is a Fish – Le Zorba 15. The Raincoat – Centre Pompidou 15. Maud Geffray : cinéconcert sur “Still Life. A Tribute to Philip Glass” (fest. FAME) – La Gaîté lyrique 15. Drive with a Dead Girl + Nursery + Shrouded and the Dinner – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 15. Blawan + Nazira + Fred Terror – Dehors brut 15. The Hacker + Identified Patient + François X + Jana Woodstock + Nico Moreno + SpunOff + Toma Kami – La Cité fertile (Pantin) 15. 14anger + Félicie + Sina XX + Manon Démon & Le Saint – Sierra Neon (Saint-Denis) 16. Ropoporose : cinéconcert sur “ Dark Star” de John Carpenter (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 16. Orchestral Manoeuvre in the Dark – La Cigale 16. Cosmic Neman : “Reality Is a Dream” (fest. FAME) – La Gaîté lyrique 18. Biliana Voutchkova + Judith Hamann – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 19. Pita + Renaud Bajeux + Fred Serendip (dj) – Quai de Bourbon 20. Heimat + Franky Gogo + Dominique Manu – La Boule Noire 20. Le Chemin de la honte + Frankreich – Quai de Bourbon 20>22. Borja Flames + Chicaloyoh + Coke Asian + Dress Rehearsals + France Sauvage + Guillaume Malaret + Jean Carval (dj) + Johann Mazé + Krikor + Leroy se meurt + Magrava + Mamiedaragon + Plein soleil + Uj Bala + Zohastre – Espace B 21. Pop. 1280 + Dune Messiah + Private Word – Supersonic (gratuit) 21. Ensemble Links joue "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain : "Détroit" + Molécule – Le 104 21. TG Gondard + Belmont Witch – Café de Paris 21. Eszaid + Magda Drozd + Delmore FX (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 22. Tomoko Sauvage + Julie Semoroz (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Centre culturel suisse 22. Cent Ans de Solitude & Flint Glass : cinéconcert sur “Sprengbagger 1010” de Carl Ludwig Achaz-Duisberg – Club de l’Étoile 22. Low Jack b2b King Doudou + Ｓ Ｓ Ｓ Ｓ + StaStava  + Laura Not (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Petit Bain 23. Félicia Atkinson + Tujiko Noriko + Manuel Troller (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Lafayette Anticipations 23. Oiseaux-Tempête : cinéconcert sur “Tlamess” d’Ala Eddine Slim – Petit Bain 24. Sleater Kinney – Le Trianon 24. The Legendary Pink Dots + Mellano Soyoc – Petit Bain 26. Emily Jane White + Jim Rosemberg – La Cave (Argenteuil) 27. Laurent Perrier & David Fenech – Le Zorba 27. Zombie Zombie + Kreidler – Petit Bain 27. Sofy Major + Membrane + Pord – Espace B 27. Deeat Palace + Elek Ember + Philémon – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 29. Nylex + Plomb + Hélice Island – Le Zorba 29. SPFDJ b2b VTSS + Dax J + Hadone + Stranger – tba Mars 02. DIIV – La Gaîté lyrique ||COMPLET|| 03. Napalm Death + EYEHATEGOD + Misery Index + Rotten Sound – La Machine 03/04. The Mission – Petit Bain 05. Dorian Pimpernel + Mooon – Supersonic (gratuit) 05. Orange Blossom : “Sharing” avec les machines de François Delarozière – Élysée Montmartre 05. King Dude – La Boule noire 06. Frustration + Italia 90 – Le Trianon 06. Electric Fire + Fantazio et les Turbulents (Sonic Protest) – Les Voûtes 07. Sourdure – La Lingerie|Les Grands Voisins (gratuit) 07. L’atelier d’éveil musical du centre social Raymond-Poulidor + Foudre rockeur (Sonic Protest) – Les Voûtes 07. Ensemble intercontemporain joue Steve Reich : cinéconcert sur un film de Gerhard Richter – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Dave Clarke + Kuss + Murd + Toscan Haas – Dehors Brut 07. Alcest + Birds In Row + Kælan Mikla – La Machine ||COMPLET|| 10. Tempers – Supersonic (gratuit) 10. Jerusalem in my Heart + Méryll Ampe et les élèves de l’Ensapc + Lucretia Dalt (Sonic Protest) – La Dynamo (Pantin) 10. Arnaud Rebotini : live pour “Fix Me” d’Alban Richard – Centre des Arts (Enghien-les-Bains) 11. Nada Surf – La Cigale 11. Mopcut + F-Space + We Use Cookies + Astra Zenecan (Sonic Protest) – La Station 12 Thomas Bégin + JD Zazie (Sonic Protest) – La Muse en circuit (Alfortville) 13. Russian Circle + Torche – Bataclan 13. Emptyset + Hair Stylistics + Méryll Ampe (Sonic Protest) – L’Échangeur (Bagnolet) 14. Panico Panico + Tabatha Crash + Cosse – ESS’pace 14. Lonely Walk + Tamara Goukassova + Shock – L'Espace B 14. Why The Eye + WAqWAq Kingdom + Maria Violenza + Fleuves noirs + Jean-Marc Foussat + Julia Hanadi Al Abed + Pierre Gordeeff (Sonic Protest) – L’Échangeur (Bagnolet) 16. Hällas + La Secte du Futur + Meurtrières – La Maroquinerie 17. Chelsea Wolf – La Gaîté lyrique 18. Pelada – Petit Bain 18. Lee Scratch Perry & Adrian Sherwood + 2Decks + Zaraz Wam Zagram (Sonic Protest) – Église Saint-Merry 19. HP (Haswell & Powell) + Inga Huld Hakonadrottir & Yann Legay + Asmus Tietchens + Regreb “2 Cymbals” (Sonic Protest) – Église Saint-Merry 20. Ensemble Dedalus : "Occam Ocean" d'Éliane Radigue – Le Studio|Philharmonie 20. Bleib Modern + Order 89 + Blind Delon + IV Horsemen + Paulie Jan + Codex Empire + Opale + Panzer + DJ Varsovie (fest. des souvenirs brisés) – Petit Bain 20. Jon Hopkins – Salle Pleyel 20. Senyawa + Bonne humeur provisoire + Black Trumpets (Sonic Protest) – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 20. Paula Temple + 16H07 b2b Ket Robinson + Ma Čka – Yoyo|Palais de Tokyo 21. Mind/Matter + Die Orangen + Mitra Mitra + Qual + Rendered + Verset Zero + Years of Denial (fest. des souvenirs brisés) – Petit Bain 21. Front 242 + She Past Away – Élysée Montmartre 21. Container + Muqata’a + OD Bongo + Diatribes & Horns + Jealousy Party + Urge + Wirklich Pipit + Me Donner + Cancelled + FLF + 2Mo (Sonic Protest) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 21. GZA – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 21/22. Laurie Anderson : "The Art of Falling" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 22. Mike Cooper + Yann Legay + Will Guthrie & Ensemble Nist-Nah + Cheb Gero (Sonic Protest) – théâtre Berthelot (Montreuil) 24. Skemer + IV Horsemen + Silly Joy – Supersonic (gratuit) 24. Joe Gideon – Espace B 25. Low House (Eugene S. Robinson & Putan Club) + Moodie Black – Petit Bain 25. Wrekmeister Harmonies – Espace B 27. Lebanon Hanover – La Gaîté lyrique 27. Baston – L’International 27. Maggy Payne : « Crystal » (diff.) + 9T Antiope + John Wiese + Matthias Puech + Nihvak (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 28. Ensemble Links : "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain joue Kraftwerk – théâtre de la Cité internationale 28. Iannis Xenakis : « Mycenae Alpha » (diff.) + Marja Ahti + Rashad Becker + Nina Garcia + Kode9 (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 28. Cut Hands + NAH + Shit&Shine + France Sauvage + Burris Meyer + UVB76 (dj) – Petit Bain 29. Ivo Malec : « Recitativio » + Eve Aboulkheir + Richard Chartier + Lee Gamble + Will Guthrie & Mark Fell (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio Avril 03. CocoRosie – Le Trianon 03. Kuniyuki Takahashi & Henrik Schwarz + Hugo LX & DJ Nori + Akiko Nakayama (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Hiroaki Umeda + Nonotak + Aalko + Make It Deep Soundsystem (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Satoshi Tomiie & Kuniyuki + Hiroshi Watanabe + DJ Masda + Akiko Kiyama + Daisuke Tanabe + Intercity-Express (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Ash Code – Espace B 04. 2kilos &More & Black Sifichi + Plurals – Le vent se lève 04. OOIOO – Lafayette Anticipations 06. Julie Doiron – Espace B 09. Will Samson + Northwest + Lyson Leclercq – Le vent se lève 09. The Chap + Rubin Steiner Live Band – Badaboum 14. Lucy Railton & Joe Houston jouent "Patterns in a chromatic field" de Morton Feldman – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 14>17. Metronomy – La Cigale 17. Facs + ISaAC – Petit Bain 18. Siglo XX – La Boule noire 19. Rome + Primordial + Moonsorrow – La Machine 20. Big ‡ Brave + Jessica Moss – La Boule Noire 23. Volkor X + ToutEstBeau + Aphélie – Supersonic (gratuit) 23. Health – Petit Bain 26. Pharmakon + Deeat Palace + Unas – Petit Bain 26. Igorrr + Author & Punisher + Otto Von Schirach – La Cigale 27. Caribou – L’Olympia 27. The Foals + The Murder Capital – Zénith 30. Conflict + The Filaments – Gibus Mai 08. Max Richter : "Infra" + Jlin + Ian William Craig – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 09. Max Richter : "Voices" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 09. Jonas Gruska + Leila Bordreuil + Jean-Philippe Gross + Kali Malone (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Iannis Xenakis : « La Légende d’Eer » + Folke Rabe : « Cyclone » et « What ??? » (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Max Richter : "Recomposed" & "Three Worlds" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 13. Wire – La Maroquinerie 14>16. Tops + Aksak Maboul + Corridor + JFDR + Palberta (Le Beau festival) – La Boule noire & La Station 16. Black Midi – Carreau du Temple 19. Swans + Norman Westberg – Le Trabendo 22. François Bayle : « Le Projet Ouïr » + Marco Parini : « De Parmegiani Sonorum » + Yan Maresz (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Julien Négrier + Hans Tutschku : « Provenance-émergence » + Félicia Atkinson : « For Georgia O’Keefe » + Warren Burt + Michèle Bokanowski (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 24. Philippe Mion + Pierre-Yves Macé : « Contre-flux II » + Daniel Teruggi : « Nova Puppis » + Adam Stanovitch + Gilles Racot : « Noir lumière » (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 24. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie ||COMPLET|| 26. Minimal Compact – La Machine 30/31. Paula Temple + Dave Clarke + Ben Klock + Len Faki + 999999999 + VTSS b2b Shlomo + DVS1 + François X… (Marvellous Island) – île de loisirs de Vaires-Torcy   Juin 01/02. The Dead C – Instants Chavirés (Montreuil) 03. Bambara – Espace B 06/07. Four Tet + Nils Frahm + Park Hie Jin + Modeselektor… (fest. We Love Green) – Bois de Vincennes 12. The Breath of Life + Box and the Twins – Gibus 14. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Bercy Arena 18. Acid Mothers Temple – Espace B Juillet 01. Apparat – Le Trianon Septembre 30. Peter Hook & The Light : Joy Division : A Celebration – Bataclan

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Des concerts à Paris et alentour en gras : les derniers ajouts :-: in bold: the last news Janvier 18. Bracco + Portron Portron Lopez – La Lingerie|Les Grands Voisins (gratuit) 18. Laurent Pernice : accompagnement musical de la lecture d’Alain Damasio – Médiathèque Françoise-Sagan (gratuit sur résa) 18. Lee Ranaldo & Raül Refree – Le 104 18. Cluster Lizard + Monolog (Mads Lindgren) + Blakk Harbor – Espace B 18. Bagarre + Pauline (Fils de Vénus) (dj) + De Vedelly (dj) + Cheetah (dj) + Leslie Barbara Butch (dj) – Le Klub 18. Hourvari + Couloir Gang + Roland René + Richard Comte & Stéphane Pigneul – Quai de Bourbon 18. Franck Vigroux : "Flesh" (Biennale Nemo) – Maison des arts et de la culture (Créteil) 18. Verset Zero + CRAVE + Pratos + Panzer + Siink + [Samuel Kerridge : ||ANNULÉ||] – Petit Bain 18. VSK & Michal Jablonski + Scalameryia + Neri J + NN + Paul Mørk + Heart Peaks – tba 18. Wallis + Sina XX + Foltz + Marum (dj) + Herr Mike (dj) + F/cken Chipotle + Front de crypte – La Station 18. The Horrorist + Alienata + Thomas Delecroix + Ekors + Opäk + Tomar – Dehors brut 18. Thurston Moor (Journée internationale du film sur l’art) – Auditorium|Le Louvre ||ANNULÉ|| 19. The Pleasure Principle – Carmen 22. Dick Voodoo + Bile – L’International 22. Eloise Decazes et Eric Chenaux jouent "La Bride" + Pauline Drand +Nick Wheeldon (fest. Au fond de l’hiver) – Espace B 22. Fa Cesario + Lauri Hyvärinen + O Reche Modo + Loran Qui + Lauren Rodz – Les Nautes 22. Guillaume Malaret + YS + Graal (dj) – Quai de Bourbon 23. Common Holly + Raoul Vignal Music + Viktor's Joy (fest. Au fond de l’hiver) – Espace B 23. The Pharcyde – Petit Bain 23. Lansiné Kouyate & David Neerman (fest. MOFO) – tbc (Saint-Ouen) 23. Phase fatale + Justine Perry + Munsiger – Rex Club 24. De Ambassade (La Machine a 10 ans) – La Machine (gratuit) 24. Richard Dawson + Eric Chenaux (fest. Au fond de l’hiver) – Petit Bain 24. Penguin Cafe + Lubomyr Melnyk + Peter Broderick + Anne Müller + Hatis Noit + Janus Rasmussen – La Gaîté lyrique 24. Kode9 + Teki Latex + Cem + Barker + Crystallmess + Carin Kelly b2b Bob Sleigh + Christian Coiffure (La Machine a 10 ans) – La Machine 24. Balladur + Dr Drone + Ellah a. Thaun + Humbros + Karel + Marble Arch (fest. MOFO) – Le Sultan (Saint-Ouen) 24. Ben Russell + Olimpia Splendid + Samuli Tanner – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 25. Tamagawa + Drone à clochettes – À la ville d'Épinal 25. Litovsk + Litige + Catisfaction + Turquoise – Espace B 25. Damien Schultz + Marie Klock – L’Officine 25. DJ Marcelle + Stellar OM Source + Ploy + Clara! Y Maoupa + Black Zone Myth Chant + Theo Muller + Promesses + Gista (La Machine a 10 ans) – La Machine 25. Apollo Noir + Cesar Palace + Discovery Zone + Fiesta En El Vacio + Hyperculte + Lyra Valenza + Sacrifice seul + Tarek X + Tropical Horses (fest. MOFO) – La Station 25. Airod + Ki/Ki + Kobosil + Parfait + Shlømo – tba 25. I Hate Models – T7 26. The Fat (cinéconcert pour enfants) – La Gaîté lyrique 26. Beak> + Vox Low + Abschaum + Maria Violenza (La Machine a 10 ans) – La Machine 28. King Krule + Beak> + Nilüfer Yanya – Yoyo|Palais de Tokyo (gratuit) 29. Rendez-Vous + The KVB – La Cigale 30. Denis Frajerman – Le Chair de poule 30. Editors – Salle Pleyel 31. Sunn o))) + Richard Pinhas + Mariachi – La Gaîté lyrique 31. Tindersticks – Salle Pleyel 31. It It Anita + Mss Frnce + Flowers + Angle mort et clignotant + Casse Gueule + La Jungle – Petit Bain 31. Mhysa + Teto Preto + Lavascar (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 31. L’autopsie a révélé que la mort était due à l’autopsie + Peür + Solitude Club – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 31. Courtesy + Anetha + Corbeille Dallas – Rex Club Février 01. Sunn o))) + Golem Mécanique – La Gaîté lyrique 01. Tom of England & Bobbie Marie + Nicolas Godin + Maria Teriaeva (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 01. Noir Boy George + OKO DJ b2b Nosedrip + As Longitude + Christophe Clébard + Laura Palmer + Weird Dust + Boochie (Listen fest.) – La Station 01. Badbad + Toro/Azor – Café de Paris 01. Jean-Louis Costes – Jardin Denfert 01. Irène Drésel + Maud Geffray + Calling Marian + Léonie Pernet + RAG + Gonthier – Dehors brut 02. Sunn o))) – La Gaîté lyrique 02. Alessandro Cortini + Not Waving + Dark Mark + Jean-Luc + Anadol (dj) (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 06. Rakta + Disorientations – Supersonic (gratuit) 06. Rouge Gorge + Arne Vinzon + Rraouhhh – Petit Bain 06. Lacustre – Le Chair de poule 06. Mnemotechnic + Radiant + Rvptvres – Le Cirque électrique 06. Nahawa Doumbia – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 07. Andy Moor – Chair de poule 07. Choolers Division + Devil's Cum + Bothlane – Le Cirque électrique 08. Infecticide + Mr Marcaille + Luci + Adolf Hibou – La Lingerie|Les Grands Voisins (gratuit) 08. Hots Pants :  The Songs of Rowland S. Howard – La Maroquinerie 08. Richard Dawson + Eric Chenaux – Petit Bain 08. Emily Jane White + Floh – Les Cuizines (Chelles) 09. Explosions in the Sky – La Cigale 09. Aiming For Enrike + Moïse Turizer + Nordkapp – Le Cirque électrique 10. The Murder Capital – Café de la danse 10. ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead – Petit Bain 11. Moor Mother + NSDOS + Badbad (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 12. Tristesse Contemporaine + Nova Materia + ToutEstBeau (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 12. L'Ocelle Mare + Guionnet, Badrutt & Loriot trio – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 13. Mondkopf + Rafael Anton Irisarri + Tomaga + Tern (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 13. Ride – Le Trianon 13. A-Sun Amissa + Blue Haired Girl + Brome – Le vent se lève 14. Fils de Vénus + TSHA + dj Vegyn + MegaWax + Pauline Forte (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 15. The Raincoat – Centre Pompidou 15. Drive with a Dead Girl + Nursery + Shrouded and the Dinner – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 15. Blawan + Nazira + Fred Terror – Dehors brut 15. The Hacker + Identified Patient + François X + Jana Woodstock + Nico Moreno + SpunOff + Toma Kami – La Cité fertile (Pantin) 16. Ropoporose : cinéconcert sur “ Dark Star” de John Carpenter (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 16. Orchestral Manoeuvre in the Dark – La Cigale 18. Biliana Voutchkova + Judith Hamann – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 20. Heimat + Franky Gogo + Dominique Manu – La Boule Noire 21. Pop. 1280 + Dune Messiah + Private Word – Supersonic (gratuit) 21. Ensemble Links joue "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain : "Détroit" + Molécule – Le 104 21. TG Gondard + Belmont Witch – Café de Paris 21. Eszaid + Magda Drozd + Delmore FX (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 22. Tomoko Sauvage + Julie Semoroz (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Centre culturel suisse 22. Cent Ans de Solitude & Flint Glass : cinéconcert sur “Sprengbagger 1010” de Carl Ludwig Achaz-Duisberg – Club de l’Étoile 22. Low Jack b2b King Doudou + Ｓ Ｓ Ｓ Ｓ + StaStava  + Laura Not (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Petit Bain 23. Félicia Atkinson + Tujiko Noriko + Manuel Troller (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Lafayette Anticipations 24. Sleater Kinney – Le Trianon 24. The Legendary Pink Dots + Mellano Soyoc – Petit Bain 26. Emily Jane White + Jim Rosemberg – La Cave (Argenteuil) 27. Laurent Perrier & David Fenech – Le Zorba 27. Zombie Zombie + Kreidler – Petit Bain 27. Sofy Major + Membrane + Pord – L'Espace B 27. Deeat Palace + Elek Ember + Philémon – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 29. Nylex + Plomb + Hélice Island – Le Zorba 29. SPFDJ b2b VTSS + Dax J + Hadone + Stranger – tba Mars 02. DIIV – La Gaîté lyrique ||COMPLET|| 03. Napalm Death + EYEHATEGOD + Misery Index + Rotten Sound – La Machine 03/04. The Mission – Petit Bain 05. Dorian Pimpernel + Mooon – Supersonic (gratuit) 05. Orange Blossom : “Sharing” avec les machines de François Delarozière – Élysée Montmartre 05. King Dude – La Boule noire 06. Frustration – Le Trianon 06. Electric Fire + Fantazio et les Turbulents (Sonic Protest) – Les Voûtes 07. Sourdure – La Lingerie|Les Grands Voisins (gratuit) 07. L’atelier d’éveil musical du centre social Raymond-Poulidor + Foudre rockeur (Sonic Protest) – Les Voûtes 07. Ensemble intercontemporain joue Steve Reich : cinéconcert sur un film de Gerhard Richter – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Alcest + Birds In Row + Kælan Mikla – La Machine 10. Tempers – Supersonic (gratuit) 10. Jerusalem in my Heart + Méryll Ampe et les élèves de l’Ensapc + Lucrétia Dalt (Sonic Protest) – La Dynamo (Pantin) 10. Arnaud Rebotini : live pour “Fix Me” d’Alban Richard – Centre des Arts (Enghien-les-Bains) 11. Nada Surf – La Cigale 11. Mopcut + F-Space + We Use Cookies + Astra Zenecan (Sonic Protest) – La Station 12 Thomas Bégin + JD Zazie (Sonic Protest) – La Muse en circuit (Alfortville) 13. Russian Circle + Torche – Bataclan 13. Emptyset + Hair Stylistics + Méryll Ampe (Sonic Protest) – L’Échangeur (Bagnolet) 14. Why The Eye + WAqWAq Kingdom + Maria Violenza + Fleuves noirs + Jean-Marc Foussat + Julia Hanadi Al Abed + Pierre Gordeeff (Sonic Protest) – L’Échangeur (Bagnolet) 16. Hällas + La Secte du Futur + Meurtrières – La Maroquinerie 17. Chelsea Wolf – La Gaîté lyrique 18. Pelada – Petit Bain 18. Lee Scratch Perry & Adrian Sherwood + 2Decks + Zaraz Wam Zagram (Sonic Protest) – Église Saint-Merry 19. HP (Haswell & Powell) + Inga Huld Hakonadrottir & Yann Legay + Asmus Tietchens + Regreb “2 Cymbals” (Sonic Protest) – Église Saint-Merry 20. Ensemble Dedalus : "Occam Ocean" d'Éliane Radigue – Le Studio|Philharmonie 20. Bleib Modern + Order 89 + Blind Delon + IV Horsemen + Paulie Jan + Codex Empire + Opale + Panzer + DJ Varsovie (fest. des souvenirs brisés) – Petit Bain 20. Senyawa + Bonne humeur provisoire + Black Trumpets (Sonic Protest) – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 21. Mind/Matter + Die Orangen + Mitra Mitra + Qual + Rendered + Verset Zero + Years of Denial (fest. des souvenirs brisés) – Petit Bain 21. Front 242 + She Past Away – Élysée Montmartre 21. Container + Muqata’a + OD Bongo + Diatribes & Horns + Jealousy Party + Urge + Wirklich Pipit + Me Donner + Cancelled + FLF + 2Mo (Sonic Protest) – Le Générateur (Gentilly) 21. GZA – La Marbrerie (Montreuil) 21/22. Laurie Anderson : "The Art of Falling" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 22. Mike Cooper + Yann Legay + Will Guthrie & Ensemble Nist-Nah + Cheb Gero (Sonic Protest) – théâtre Berthelot (Montreuil) 24. Skemer + IV Horsemen + Silly Joy – Supersonic (gratuit) 24. Joe Gideon – Espace B 27. Lebanon Hanover – La Gaîté lyrique 27. Baston – L’International 27. Maggy Payne : « Crystal » (diff.) + 9T Antiope + John Wiese + Matthias Puech + Nihvak (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 28. Ensemble Links : "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain joue Kraftwerk – théâtre de la Cité internationale 28. Iannis Xenakis : « Mycenae Alpha » (diff.) + Marja Ahti + Rashad Becker + Nina Garcia + Kode9 (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 28. Cut Hands – Petit Bain 29. Ivo Malec : « Recitativio » + Eve Aboulkheir + Richard Chartier + Lee Gamble + Will Guthrie & Mark Fell (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio Avril 03. CocoRosie – Le Trianon 03. Kuniyuki Takahashi & Henrik Schwarz + Hugo LX & DJ Nori + Akiko Nakayama (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Hiroaki Umeda + Nonotak + Aalko + Make It Deep Soundsystem (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Satoshi Tomiie & Kuniyuki + Hiroshi Watanabe + DJ Masda + Akiko Kiyama + Daisuke Tanabe + Intercity-Express (Japan Connection fest.) – La Gaîté lyrique 04. Ash Code – Espace B 09. Will Samson + Northwest + Lyson Leclercq – Le vent se lève 09. The Chap + Rubin Steiner Live Band – Badaboum 14>17. Metronomy – La Cigale 18. Siglo XX – La Boule noire 20. Big ‡ Brave + Jessica Moss – La Boule Noire 23. Volkor X + ToutEstBeau + Aphélie – Supersonic (gratuit) 23. Health – Petit Bain 26. Pharmakon + Deeat Palace + Unas – Petit Bain 27. Caribou – L’Olympia 27. The Foals + The Murder Capital – Zénith Mai 08. Max Richter : "Infra" + Jlin + Ian William Craig – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 09. Max Richter : "Voices" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 09. Jonas Gruska + Leila Bordreuil + Jean-Philippe Gross + Kali Malone (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Iannis Xenakis : « La Légende d’Eer » + Folke Rabe : « Cyclone » et « What ??? » (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Max Richter : "Recomposed" & "Three Worlds" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 16. Black Midi – Carreau du Temple 19. Swans + Norman Westberg – Le Trabendo 22. François Bayle : « Le Projet Ouïr » + Marco Parini : « De Parmegiani Sonorum » + Yan Maresz (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Julien Négrier + Hans Tutschku : « Provenance-émergence » + Félicia Atkinson : « For Georgia O’Keefe » + Warren Burt + Michèle Bokanowski (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 24. Philippe Mion + Pierre-Yves Macé : « Contre-flux II » + Daniel Teruggi : « Nova Puppis » + Adam Stanovitch + Gilles Racot : « Noir lumière » (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 24. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie ||COMPLET|| 26. Minimal Compact – La Machine 30/31. Paula Temple + Dave Clarke + Ben Klock + Len Faki + 999999999 + VTSS b2b Shlomo + DVS1 + François X… (Marvellous Island) – île de loisirs de Vaires-Torcy Juin 01/02. The Dead C – Instants Chavirés (Montreuil) 03. Bambara – Espace B 06/07. Four Tet + Nils Frahm + Park Hie Jin + Modeselektor… (fest. We Love Green) – Bois de Vincennes 14. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Bercy Arena 18. Acid Mothers Temple – Espace B

Septembre 30. Peter Hook & The Light : Joy Division : A Celebration – Bataclan