Ulysses (1922)

[catalog]

Should do a re-read, or at least re-read this thread. Awesome book, would encourage all to read it.

 

[other_life]

HAPPY BLOOMSDAY, DISSENSUS!

 

[version]

Should do a re-read, or at least re-read this thread. Awesome book, would encourage all to read it.

I re-read 'Nestor' earlier -

-- The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God.

 

[sus]

Here in Dublin the Penguin gift covers of Ulysses are all keys and towers.

 

[sus]

Here in Dublin, Sweeny's Lil Pharma sells you lemon bars of soap, €5; take the scent home with you, get it on your fingers, smell it on her hair.

 

[sus]

Here in Dublin anyone you chat up at any old bar, Cobblestones for music, and you'll strike up with a woman knows Ulysses well, 's worked in Gaelic radio a decade, she knows where to go, points us toward Blessington Street Basin for the source.

 

[sus]

Here in Dublin, converted old speakeasy—faux-marbled ceiling, inset wood & tiled floors, after Adol Loof's American Bar—the husband, the painter, tells me, You draw the veins with a seagull's feather, that gives them the proper shaky flow. Chester Beatty he says, see it there.

 

[sus]

An island's Holy Bible, the Natl Lit Museo's like a reliquary. Fetish-object.

 

[sus]

Usylessly.

 

[version]

Bloomsday in a few weeks.

 

[Clinamenic]

Here in Dublin, Sweeny's Lil Pharma sells you lemon bars of soap, €5; take the scent home with you, get it on your fingers, smell it on her hair.

Have you been to the Cellar Bar? Cool bar underneath a hotel, I believe just a few blocks from Sweenys. Also, the Shelbourne has an amazing whiskey bar. You can order a Vieux Carre there

 

[Clinamenic]

Sus have you met droid yet? I remember him saying that you’re a completely despicable person but he’s also a gentleman and may graciously put those opinions aside if you want to meet him.

 

[Clinamenic]

Droid also advised us to go to Howth and see the inspiration for the first line of Finnegans Wake

 

[Clinamenic]

An island's Holy Bible, the Natl Lit Museo's like a reliquary. Fetish-object.

That first one looks like a chad Corpsey

 

[version]

That first one looks like a chad Corpsey

A young Hemingway.

 

[Clinamenic]

A young Hemingway.

Papa Law

 

[version]

A hint of Steinbeck about him too, although not with Corpsey.

 

[sus]

Droid also advised us to go to Howth and see the inspiration for the first line of Finnegans Wake

Ah we leave in the morning but I wish I'd posted sooner. Was a last minute few days to see family. I didn't think droid 'd have me honestly. Perhaps he would've. Seems I should've. Wanted to get to Howth but trashed my feet and was limping. That plus rain promised no good hike.

 

[luka]

Is it bloom day?

 

[okzharp]

Yes.

I have a weirdo bloomsday correspondant, every year 16th June we send each other something.

He just sent me this:

KYRIE ELEISON!​

A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips.

—The Greek! he said again. Kyrios! Shining word! The vowels the Semite and the Saxon know not. Kyrie! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to profess Greek, the language of the mind. Kyrie eleison! The closetmaker and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit. We are liege subjects of the catholic chivalry of Europe that foundered at Trafalgar and of the empire of the spirit, not an imperium, that went under with the Athenian fleets at Aegospotami. Yes, yes. They went under. Pyrrhus, misled by an oracle, made a last attempt to retrieve the fortunes of Greece. Loyal to a lost cause.

He strode away from them towards the window.

—They went forth to battle, Mr O’Madden Burke said greyly, but they always fell.

—Boohoo! Lenehan wept with a little noise. Owing to a brick received in the latter half of the matinée. Poor, poor, poor Pyrrhus!


I sent him this:

"Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves."