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Have a nice weekend

Since I will no doubt be stuck at home this weekend due to inclement weather–and today is a snow day–I think I will round up all the Richard Scarry books I have and see if the boy wants to take his copies home to the nursery. 146 more words

1941 – Following an intestinal operation, writer, James Joyce, died at the age of 59 in Zurich.

James Joyce published ‘Portrait of the Artist’ in 1916 and caught the attention of Ezra Pound. With ‘Ulysses,’ Joyce perfected his stream-of-consciousness style and became a literary celebrity. 331 more words

Irish History

"The law of unintended consequences pushes us ceaselessly through the years"*...

Much has been said about the ways we expect our oncoming fleet of driverless cars to change the way we live—remaking us all into passengers…

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Wax dripping in the night

What many years oh how many how many oh what many years you have one to three choices of past-present remembers the sting of the tip of the iceberg the lurid liturgical limbiquity of it allmen to say a short prayer for the rhyme slung over the selling point of belief system antic remembrance of embers faded out in the cadence of song on all so-singing a longing song singalonging to align a sing-song assigned to signal ships to seating shits in chairs and cherished friends on the less trick than treaty chair to the end of judgement last at long lost pit for paddy dayright hand of Good mourning men at funerary march in summer attired faces blanched in burning moonlight now crying out in sea of faith was it twenty one when he remembered he could not drink his starry eye stare the beam the shine the despair of night forgot in daylight sun the without which sin could nonny fare the well the pith the path of wise men downing draughts through alleyways and always He’d be there looking on with all His children looking on His brazen gaze on-looking over our moonfaced fanfare for the common parade float burning up in His eyelight fixed on something elsewhere always never followed never followable but infallible never fallen never here never on our shiny wares and wines and shitty where’s and why’s that wear and wind with wary whining stupidity like clockwork raging on the cogs work harder in due time you’re off the job back on the whores and house of lies and love affairs unfair for us all for one to bare his blunt before the day-off heaven for a weekend.

Joyce in the Age of Trump

On December 29th, I came across an article in The Guardian, written for the 100th anniversary of James Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. 1,286 more words

A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man

BERLIN ALEXANDERPLATZ: Being Woke in Weimar Germany

Berlin Alexanderplatz (1929) by Alfred Döblin

          The context behind Berlin Alexanderplatz, according to Döblin, was that there isn’t much difference between a criminal and an average person. 964 more words


Intensive Course on Ulysses for Beginners

Nature of Event:  ‘Penetrating the Impenetrable’: An Intensive Course on James Joyce’s Ulysses for Beginners. If you’ve attempted to read Ulysses and not got more than a few pages or chapters, you belong to a large club.   112 more words

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