Showing posts with label James Joyce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Joyce. Show all posts

Thursday, February 01, 2024

Laughing Lhursday* – Pitch 'n' Putt

As tomorrow James Joyce will – not would! – celebrate his 142nd birthday, and as today is Laughing Lhursday, I think it is about time to once again post this glorious encounter of him and Samuel Beckett.



 James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

Samuel Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989)


* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Thursday, February 02, 2023

Our Civilisation

"Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many things which perhaps are of no importance, that it cannot but see something feeble in a civilization which smiles as it refuses to make the battlefield the test of excellence."
James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

Thursday, June 16, 2022

Beers & Books CCXXVI – Bloomsday

June 16th, Bloomsday.
But which one?
The 118th!
Well, but had "Ulysses" not been published
in 1922, thus one hundred years ago,
there would not be any.
Therefore rather the 100th.
Whereas Flann O'Brien
after the umpteenth pint of stout
might prattle:
It's the 68th.


James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

Ulysses

Leopold Bloom

Bloomsday

Wednesday, February 02, 2022

140 Years of Joyce

Joyce, 1922,
photo taken by Man Ray.


James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

Tuesday, February 02, 2021

Beers & Books XLVIII – James Joyce

"Is there any chance of a drink itself?"

from Dubliners,
Ivy Day in the Commitee Room

 James Joyce (2 February 1881 – 13 January 1941)

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

The master's voice again – Finnegans Wake




James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

"Bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk."

Finnegans Wake

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

The master himself



James Joyce reading an excerpt from the Aeolus episode. Recorded in 1924.

Monday, June 15, 2020

106 Years old Dubliners



John Banville * 8 December 1945

Carlo Gébler * 21 August 1954

Will Self *26 September 1961

Dubliners first published 14 June, 1914

Thursday, April 16, 2020

Laughing Lhursday* with Joyce and Beckett



Samuel Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989)

James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Sunday, February 02, 2020

Dubliners




James Joyce (2 February 1882 - 13 January 1941

Dubliners – first published June 15, 1914

1. The Sisters 0:19 2. An Encounter 18:29 3. Araby 36:29 4. Eveline 50:02 5. After the Race 1:00:32 6. Two Gallants 1:14:37 7. The Boarding House 1:37:42 8. A Little Cloud 1:53:53 9. Counterparts 2:23:28 10. Clay 2:46:23 11. A Painful Case 3:01:20 12. Ivy Day in the Committee Room 3:23:20 13. A Mother 3:55:04 14. Grace 4:21:02 15. The Dead 5:07:57

Friday, February 02, 2018

136

I am late to the party.
Happy 136th!

James Joyce *2 February 1882

Friday, June 16, 2017

Bloomsday, not Joyceday

Thus spake Leopold:
If it were to honour Joyce
it would be Joyceday.
Bloomsday

Thursday, February 02, 2017

135

"I am today
what I established yesterday."

am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/j/jamesjoyce119807.html

I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/j/james_joyce.html
I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/j/james_joyce.html
James Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941)
I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
Read more at: https://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/j/james_joyce.html


Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Sunday, February 02, 2014

132

Hundred years later *
beginning my odyssee.
Seven years later ? . . .


* I am not 32, though, let alone 132.

Sunday, September 08, 2013

Molly Bloom's 110th 33rd

I'd not easily offer links thrice. However, exceptions exist to be made. And today there is a good reason to make one.

It's Mrs. Bloom's 143th birthday, thus she's now 105 years older than her husband uses to be since June 16th, 1904.

'Uses to be'? Well, in a most vivid dialogue I had the pleasure to witness some time ago, Mr. Bloom vehemently insisted on still being 38. Being asked to give evidence he said: 'cause June 16th 1904 I became immortal.

Thus, de facto the eternal Mrs. Bloom today is celebrating her 110th 33rd.

Happy birthday then, Lady Molly, and may I say: You're looking younger than ever. Younger than ever. :)


Here's to enjoyce, as thus spake Molly: