Showing posts with label Bloomsday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bloomsday. Show all posts

16 June 2026

Bloom's Day, not Joyce's Day

Giovanni Boccaccio, born on June 16, 1313,
after a full life died on December 21, 1375.
Leopold Bloom, though, born in 1866, 
has been an immortal since June 16, 1904,
as he recently explained to Giovanni.
Otherwise, instead of Bloom's Day 
 today Joyce's Day would be celebrated, wouldn't it?
But what would Joyce be without Bloom?
A Nothing.
;-)


What did Mr. Bloom's lovely wife Molly say again?

"I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes." 

16 June 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

17 June 2020

The master himself



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

16 June 2017

Bloomsday, not Joyceday

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