Wolf arne printer artist (1 Ergebnisse)
Weitere BilderVerlag: [N.p., n.n. but self-published, Berkeley], 1999
Anbieter: Arca Amoris Alitis, New York, NY, USAArca Amoris Alitis
Verkäufer/-in kontaktierenVerkäufer/-in mit 5 SternenZustand: Gebraucht - Sehr gut
EUR 2.221,63
EUR 8,97 VersandVersand innerhalb von USAAnzahl: 1 verfügbar
In den WarenkorbNo Binding. Zustand: Fine. No Jacket. No. 5 of 30 copies signed in pencil by Wolf on the colophon, apart from 4 artist's proofs. Title, colophon, 8 letter-size ll. (28 x 21.5 cm portrait format, printed both sides in black) and 6 near-legal-size ll. (28 x 32.2 cm landscape format, folded at right rectos to letter size, printed b…oth sides in burgundy, red-orange and blue oversized fonts), comprising 28 pp. with the first 219 lines of Joyce's text printed letterpress in an extraordinary variety of typefaces and fonts on Wausau Exact Index ivory card wove, with 10 ll. letter-size interleaving typographic drawings with kaleidoscopes of printing Xeroxed in black onto Apollo transparency film. Includes separate sheet of foliation scheme and errata on lighter laid paper. Leaves loose as issued in box 30 x 23 cm by John DeMerritt, red-orange bookcloth faced with ivory paper covers printed in burgundy and black. Supplied with apostrophe in Finnegans. Includes Stymie and other fulsome fonts. Negligible small stain at lower center margin of top box cover, negligible small bump at side edge of lower box cover, else fine. Provenance: Sackner Archive of Concrete and Visual Poetry. A way a lone a last a loved a long the [CYCLES] riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of short to bend of bay, brings us by a commodious vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. Thus recircles Part I chapter 1, the first 219 lines. Here Comes Everyone! Here's "Harold or Humphrey" Chimpden, dubbed "Earwicker." Sailing into Dublin Bay hce's Willingdone. Hence when the clouds roll by, jamey, a proudseye view is enjoyable of our mounding's mass, now Wallinstone national museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful water loose country and the two quitewhite villagettes who hear show of themselves so gigglesomes minxt the follyages, the prettilees! Penetrators are permitted into the museomound free. Welsh and the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk! (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This the way to the museyroom. Tip. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom. This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum. Tip. Lipoleumhat. This is the Willingdone on his same white harse, the Cokenhape. This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate's gharters and his bangkok's best and goliar's goloshes and his pulluponeasyan wartrews. This is his big wide harse. Assaye, assaye! This is the jinnies with their legahorns feinting to read in their handmade's book of stralegy while making their war undisides the Willingdone. Ayi, ayi, ayi! Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone, tic for tac. Hee, hee, hee! Wait, wait, what joke? Freud knew it, they say (cribbed Falke nach Ireland). Which is the harse and which is the harse? You slides your shelenk, you picks your poke. See, see, see! Joke.
