Here comes the nation
Joyce penned the words ‘here comes everybody’. Holquist darkly reiterates it to describe 1917 Russia when no one was spared as spectator. Reading Bakhtin’s Rabelais and His World, I watch the Republic Day parade after a gap of several years on the national broadcasting DDK with Gargantua’s bellowing laughter ringing in the back of my … Continue reading Here comes the nation
INGALLEI: scribbling thoughts from elsewhere 