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Ich hab es mir angetan ... bin froh ihn gesehen zu haben.
Konnte den auch nur in Etappen mir ansehen.
Ergebnis:
Sowas als (Hör)Buch? Nein Danke!
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Ich hab es mir angetan ... bin froh ihn gesehen zu haben.
Konnte den auch nur in Etappen mir ansehen.
Ergebnis:
Sowas als (Hör)Buch? Nein Danke!
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A semana pasada publiquei o texto en Biosbardia, agora chega o podcast: "Clásicos en galego: Ulises de James Joyce"
https://escritura.social/marcostaracido/clasicos-en-galego-ulises-de-james-joyce
Uso dúas músicas no podcast: unha canción popular irlandesa importante na novela, e a ópera que soa no enterro de Joyce.
#ocorvogralla #jamesjoyce #clasicosengalego -
A semana pasada publiquei o texto en Biosbardia, agora chega o podcast: "Clásicos en galego: Ulises de James Joyce"
https://escritura.social/marcostaracido/clasicos-en-galego-ulises-de-james-joyce
Uso dúas músicas no podcast: unha canción popular irlandesa importante na novela, e a ópera que soa no enterro de Joyce.
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#JamesJoyce (via #StephenDedalus): “History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.”
Me: “The present is a #nightmare from which I am trying to awake.” -
Almost forgot I have this to post (even if a little late) for #bloomsday
Sylvia Beach and James Joyce in front of her Bookshop (Shakespeare and Company) by Peter Blake. -
Almost forgot I have this to post (even if a little late) for #bloomsday
Sylvia Beach and James Joyce in front of her Bookshop (Shakespeare and Company) by Peter Blake. -
BLOOMSDAY !
Scuse us, chorley guy! You tollerday donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty anglease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! ‘Tis a Jute...
Jute. Yutah!
Mutt. Mukk’s pleasurad.
Jute. Are you jeff?
Mutt. Somehards.
Jute. But you are not jeffmute?
Mutt. Noho. Only an utterer.
Jute. Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?
Mutt. I became a stun a stummer.
Jute. What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause!
Jute. You that side your voise are almost inedible to me. Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were you.
Mutt. Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru Usurp!-- Finnegans Wake
#quotes
#Books
#Literature
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BLOOMSDAY !
Scuse us, chorley guy! You tollerday donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty anglease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! ‘Tis a Jute...
Jute. Yutah!
Mutt. Mukk’s pleasurad.
Jute. Are you jeff?
Mutt. Somehards.
Jute. But you are not jeffmute?
Mutt. Noho. Only an utterer.
Jute. Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?
Mutt. I became a stun a stummer.
Jute. What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause!
Jute. You that side your voise are almost inedible to me. Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were you.
Mutt. Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru Usurp!-- Finnegans Wake
#quotes
#Books
#Literature
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#Commodore is now trending across Mastodon
#JamesJoyce is now trending across Mastodon
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#Commodore is now trending across Mastodon
#JamesJoyce is now trending across Mastodon
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Let It Bloom
A relative of Irish descent reminded me that today is Bloomsday, or a day to celebrate the life and work of James Joyce.
What is Bloomsday? – Bloomsday Festival
Bloomsday celebrates Thursday, 16th June 1904 — the day immortalised in James Joyce’s novel Ulysses. The day is named after Leopold Bloom, one of the novel’s protagonists. The novel follows Bloom’s life and thoughts (as well as those of Stephen Dedalus and a host of other characters, real and fictional) from early in the morning to the twilight hours of the following day.
It may also be helpful for other writers to know that even Joyce worried about his work being forgotten.
No chance of that today!
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Photo by Veronika Bondarenko on Unsplash #365Ways #365Ways2026 #Bloomsday #classics #JamesJoyce #Thoughts #Writers -
Let It Bloom
A relative of Irish descent reminded me that today is Bloomsday, or a day to celebrate the life and work of James Joyce.
What is Bloomsday? – Bloomsday Festival
Bloomsday celebrates Thursday, 16th June 1904 — the day immortalised in James Joyce’s novel Ulysses. The day is named after Leopold Bloom, one of the novel’s protagonists. The novel follows Bloom’s life and thoughts (as well as those of Stephen Dedalus and a host of other characters, real and fictional) from early in the morning to the twilight hours of the following day.
It may also be helpful for other writers to know that even Joyce worried about his work being forgotten.
No chance of that today!
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Photo by Veronika Bondarenko on Unsplash #365Ways #365Ways2026 #Bloomsday #classics #JamesJoyce #Thoughts #Writers -
📖 Bloomsday Read: Dubliners by James Joyce
Fifteen short stories capturing life in early 20th-century Dublin — intimate, sharp, and beautifully observed. From childhood to maturity, Joyce reveals the quiet epiphanies of ordinary lives. The perfect entry point to one of literature's greatest writers.
Read for free in BookShelves:
https://lk0.eu/bks18m#Bookstodon #FediReads #FreeBooks #Classics #BookShelves #Bloomsday #JamesJoyce #literature
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📖 Bloomsday Read: Dubliners by James Joyce
Fifteen short stories capturing life in early 20th-century Dublin — intimate, sharp, and beautifully observed. From childhood to maturity, Joyce reveals the quiet epiphanies of ordinary lives. The perfect entry point to one of literature's greatest writers.
Read for free in BookShelves:
https://lk0.eu/bks18m#Bookstodon #FediReads #FreeBooks #Classics #BookShelves #Bloomsday #JamesJoyce #literature
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Hoxe, 16 de xuño, Bloomsday, publico en Biosbardia a terceira entrega de Clásicos en galego: o Ulises de Joyce: https://biosbardia.org/un-bloomsday-en-galego
#clasicosengalego #biosbardia #librosengalego #JamesJoyce #bloomsday -
Hoxe, 16 de xuño, Bloomsday, publico en Biosbardia a terceira entrega de Clásicos en galego: o Ulises de Joyce: https://biosbardia.org/un-bloomsday-en-galego
#clasicosengalego #biosbardia #librosengalego #JamesJoyce #bloomsday -
Bloomsday 2026
So it’s 16th June, a very special day in Ireland – especially Dublin – because 16th June 1904 is the date on which the story takes place of Ulysses by James Joyce. Bloomsday – named after the character Leopold Bloom – is an annual celebration not only of all things Joycean but also of Ireland’s wider cultural and literary heritage.
If you haven’t read Ulysses yet then you definitely should. It’s one of the great works of modern literature. And don’t let people put you off by telling you that it’s a difficult read. It’s a long read, that’s for sure -it’s over 900 pages – but the writing is full of colour and energy and it has a real sense of place. It’s a wonderful book. I’ve read it three times now, once as a teenager, once in my thirties, and again a few years ago when I’d reached sixty. Don’t worry if you don’t understand all of Ulysses. It’s like life: most of us never figure out what that’s all about, and it doesn’t really matter.
Joyce once said of Ulysses
I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant.
Well, he wasn’t wrong about that! They’re still arguing, The text is a kind of cultural celebration: references to Greeky mythology jostle with popular songs, lists, parodies, question-and-answer sections, and records of the characters innermost thoughts. The book is full of allusions and part of the fun is trying to follow them up. And anyone who likes puns will have a field day!
Anyway, here’s an excerpt. It’s from near the start of Chapter 4, where we meet Mr Leopold Bloom for the first time and discover that he’s fond of cats. He is making breakfast for his wife Molly, who is still in bed. I don’t know if Joyce ever had a cat, but he obviously knew a lot about them!
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Another slice of bread and butter: three, four: right. She didn’t like her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the hob and set it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry. The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high.
—Mkgnao!
—O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.
The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the table, mewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my head. Prr.
Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Clean to see: the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail, the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his knees.
—Milk for the pussens, he said.
—Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we understand them. She understands all she wants to. Vindictive too. Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it. Wonder what I look like to her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.
—Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.
—Mrkrgnao! the cat said loudly.
She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon’s milkman had just filled for him, poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.
—Gurrhr! she cried, running to lap.
He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Wonder is it true if you clip them they can’t mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps.I’ll also mention that if you have about 30 hours to spare you can listen to all of a radio broadcast of Ulysses from 1982.
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Bloomsday 2026
So it’s 16th June, a very special day in Ireland – especially Dublin – because 16th June 1904 is the date on which the story takes place of Ulysses by James Joyce. Bloomsday – named after the character Leopold Bloom – is an annual celebration not only of all things Joycean but also of Ireland’s wider cultural and literary heritage.
If you haven’t read Ulysses yet then you definitely should. It’s one of the great works of modern literature. And don’t let people put you off by telling you that it’s a difficult read. It’s a long read, that’s for sure -it’s over 900 pages – but the writing is full of colour and energy and it has a real sense of place. It’s a wonderful book. I’ve read it three times now, once as a teenager, once in my thirties, and again a few years ago when I’d reached sixty. Don’t worry if you don’t understand all of Ulysses. It’s like life: most of us never figure out what that’s all about, and it doesn’t really matter.
Joyce once said of Ulysses
I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant.
Well, he wasn’t wrong about that! They’re still arguing, The text is a kind of cultural celebration: references to Greeky mythology jostle with popular songs, lists, parodies, question-and-answer sections, and records of the characters innermost thoughts. The book is full of allusions and part of the fun is trying to follow them up. And anyone who likes puns will have a field day!
Anyway, here’s an excerpt. It’s from near the start of Chapter 4, where we meet Mr Leopold Bloom for the first time and discover that he’s fond of cats. He is making breakfast for his wife Molly, who is still in bed. I don’t know if Joyce ever had a cat, but he obviously knew a lot about them!
–o–
Another slice of bread and butter: three, four: right. She didn’t like her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the hob and set it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry. The cat walked stiffly round a leg of the table with tail on high.
—Mkgnao!
—O, there you are, Mr Bloom said, turning from the fire.
The cat mewed in answer and stalked again stiffly round a leg of the table, mewing. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my head. Prr.
Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Clean to see: the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail, the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his knees.
—Milk for the pussens, he said.
—Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we understand them. She understands all she wants to. Vindictive too. Cruel. Her nature. Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it. Wonder what I look like to her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.
—Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.
—Mrkrgnao! the cat said loudly.
She blinked up out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. He watched the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes were green stones. Then he went to the dresser, took the jug Hanlon’s milkman had just filled for him, poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it slowly on the floor.
—Gurrhr! she cried, running to lap.
He watched the bristles shining wirily in the weak light as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Wonder is it true if you clip them they can’t mouse after. Why? They shine in the dark, perhaps, the tips. Or kind of feelers in the dark, perhaps.I’ll also mention that if you have about 30 hours to spare you can listen to all of a radio broadcast of Ulysses from 1982.
#cats #Ulysses #JamesJoyce #Bloomsday #LeopoldBloom -
PSA: A warning for Dubliners - Tuesday is Bloomsday. Brace yourselves for pompous southside blow-hards in straw boaters, wittering on about the snot-green sea and grilled kidneys, or whatever.
Brace yourselves - maybe don't go outside, if possible.
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PSA: A warning for Dubliners - Tuesday is Bloomsday. Brace yourselves for pompous southside blow-hards in straw boaters, wittering on about the snot-green sea and grilled kidneys, or whatever.
Brace yourselves - maybe don't go outside, if possible.
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“Bloomsday na USP” vai discutir e cantar a obra de James Joyce
- cijnusp
https://jornal.usp.br/cultura/bloomsday-na-usp-vai-celebrar-e-discutir-a-obra-de-james-joyce/
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#UlyssesIn80 isn’t at all clear - it would be nice if they simply said the day’s reading was from line “Stately plump Buck” to line “fat out on the water”, say. https://www.ulyssesin80.com/daily-reading/day-2
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James Joyce and Marcel Proust Meet for the First (and Only) Time
"... Joyce appeared after dinner, “shabby and drunk,” and made a beeline for the champagne. Not to be outdone, Proust arrived even later, sometime after 2AM, “elegantly furred but looking pale and sickly.” From there, accounts of the night vary, but they all agree it did not go well."
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Roddy Doyle: On Tedium and The Shadow of Joyce
Why does Roddy Doyle find James Joyce comparisons boring? Dublin writer Roddy Doyle feels constant talk about Joyce limits new writers and is 'tedious' for his work.
#roddydoyle #jamesjoyce #dublinwriters #irishliterature #literarycriticism
https://newsletter.tf/roddy-doyle-dublin-james-joyce-comparisons-boring/
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Dublin writer Roddy Doyle says constant talk about James Joyce is 'boring'. He feels it makes it hard for new writers to show their own unique style, a common problem for many artists.
#roddydoyle #jamesjoyce #dublinwriters #irishliterature #literarycriticism
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♬ Whatareya? / you're a yob or you're a wanker / take your fucking choice / so who is your favorite genius / #JamesHird or #JamesJoyce? ♬
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The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
— James Joyce
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Roddy Doyle: ‘When you’re a Dublin writer, you’re inevitably asked about Joyce, and it’s tedious’ https://www.theguardian.com/books/2026/may/23/roddy-doyle-booker-prize-winning-author-novelist-interview-irish-writer-joyce #Books #Culture #JamesJoyce #CharlesDickens #RoddyDoyle #SydneyWritersFestival
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A one-man pandemic book club
The past six months have given me exponentially more time at home than I would have thought possible before this pandemic-afflicted year. Normal people would have occupied those hours by catching up on deferred household maintenance or learning a new language, but instead I’ve whiled away many of them by reading two of the denser novels written in English: James Joyce’s Ulysses and David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest.
That was not a quick process. Both doorstop-thick tomes feature their authors free-styling their way through prose as they get lost in the inner worlds of a complex set of characters without any strict reference to time or place, which is a longwinded way of saying they can be intimidating to read.
I tackled Ulysses first, since I’ve had a vintage hardcover copy silently taunting me from a bookshelf for the past 20 years or so. There are deeply poetic moments in Joyce’s Dublin-steeped novel–“history is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake” resonates too well this year–and parts that suggest the author’s profound conviction that he would get paid by the word for every word. Also, I’m impressed that the censors of the 1920s made it all the way through to the really naughty bits towards the end.
After I tweeted out my victory over Joyce’s title and asked “What famously dense novel should I read next?”, one of the first replies suggested Infinite Jest. I finally accepted that logic and put myself on the Arlington library’s waiting list for an e-book copy, but before I could claim that I saw a paperback copy available for all of $2 at a library used-book sale. Buying in print instead of borrowing in pixels meant I’d have all the time I’d need to digest Wallace’s 1,079 words of prose, endnotes, and footnotes to said endnotes.
(Seriously: Wallace’s endnotes eat up almost 100 pages, and a couple count as chapter-length in their own right. I realized early on I’d need to keep two bookmarks in my copy, one to mark my progress in the text itself and the other to preserve my place in the bits at the end–then saw that this book may be best read with three bookmarks. This may be the most hypertext thing I’ve ever read in print.)
Infinite Jest is even more of an atom-smasher of plotlines than Ulysses–it touches on growing up, tennis, drugs, Boston, digital media, addiction, people’s capacity for needless cruelty, crime, more drugs, pop culture, cinematography, Québeçois separatism, and even a smidgen of tech and media policy. And it does so without the standard narrative scaffolding of chapters. I kept having to flip forward to see when the next break in the story might happen, solely to know how late I’d have to stay up before putting the book down at a point that would not leave me too confused the next morning.
I could not help reading Wallace’s tales of Boston types battling depression and inner demons of various kinds without considering how Wallace himself succumbed to his own, because depression lies. Which made me think also of my late, literary-minded friend Mike Musgrove, who I’m sure read this book a long time ago and would have offered some smart or at least smart-aleck commentary about it.
#bookClub #Boston #DavidFosterWallace #Dublin #InfiniteJest #JamesJoyce #literature #novels #Ulysses
