So, while I was doing some research/work/thinking for my presentation today, I stumbled on a blog idea that I thought was interesting. It relates back to the Finnigans Wake article, and is a pretty odd topic. I suppose it is one of those 3/1, 1/3 topics of coincident’s, and admiration that relates to James Joyce, and the whole world for that matter. Alright to get to the topic, my presentation topic is on context, and how myths that have survived thousands of years in the form of literature are empty shells of their former selves. Which if we reflect on the nature of this class is very true. The abstractions of writing exists in an isolated plane of existence reserved for English majors—I think Dante mentions this in his inferno—we are right between Paul Newman as cool hand luke, and Ovid writing the metamorphosis. But to retain my train of thought, what Finnigans wake has done for the novel according Dr Sexson, is put a halt to the limit of artistic expression in that medium; for there is literally nothing else that can be written that reaches the achievement of Finnigan’s wake—for this novel has everything (and as it says in the introduction of my edition of the book) something for everyone in no matter what age group, or time for that matter.

The magus as Yates has defined, is a divine being—and Bruno thought he achieved this stature with his artificial memory. Has Joyce achieved this task with the Wake? Is every song that has ever been sung vibrating out of this novel when one reads it? Is all the pain, the glory, and the anguish brimming within it? I do not know, but if they are, then the myths that James Joyce was quite fond of—such as those in Ovid—would be the myths we have all read, but they would also be the myths Kane discusses in the his book with the context we lack in understanding them. This is pretty outstanding if one really thinks about it—a book, a form of technology, echoing every human experience. What one need to do to achieve this. For to embody a shamanistic poet one needs to, as Kane says: “push the meaning away from words, [and be-] aware that no human story can be the last word on anything”. Think of the beginning and ending of this book, a circle within a square. Maybe this seems like I am giving praise to Joyce too much; but does not the bible chant similar revelations. I actually think this would be an interesting idea for a novel: a post apocalyptic world that only has the surviving text of finnigans wake. But to get back to my discussion without rambling on too long about my ideas. Only the mind of the divine could produce such, and perhaps Joyce reached this pinnacle of human existence—the pinnacle that allowed him to remember that, that was forgotten.

The idea I had other than the novel was that: perhaps the internet could bring Myth that has lost its context back to life, in a way that would allow us to return to moments throughout all human existence. The internet is such an ambiguous, democratic, undefinable, loud, and never-ending thing which adapts daily—into a non stable entity, with no true beginning or ending. With something such as this, perhaps it is possible to find that fleeting feeling the shaman had thousands of years ago when the agriculturalists plundered his village, or that lone blogger has merely just reflecting on his excursion in Hyalite canyon—where he found a voice that breezed through the trees.

Dr Sexson in his article made the point that Finnigans Wake is like a live body; that works as a living being would. The internet seems so to, it is a deep dark well of thought that has everything to say, if, and when you look for it. So I believe it does not have myths forgotten, or perhaps they are not myths forgotten, but myths that still hold true in any medium or mind as long as one is willing to engage in that particular experience which the internet has to offer—or will one day have to offer when it’s completed, and divine.

Giordano Bruno actually attempted to create the universe in his mind. With a technology such as the internet, we have the ability to create the universe with in electronic space. Everyday more information is added, more experience, more feeling. And everyday perhaps we are creating another god, another immortal.