“Glory be the day, Mr Yeats!”

As the man said…  It’s tradition!

Those of a sensitive disposition are duly warned, again, that James Joyce enjoys the language in all its fecund nuttiness. Enjoy!

The Guardian looks at how fans around the world will be celebrating James Joyce’s Ulysses.

Auckland, New Zealand

Usually, says Dean Parker, he helps stage a musical show in Auckland’s red light district: a three-hour musical cabaret of dramatised episodes from Ulysses. Last year was a “stunning, jam-packed success”, with Lucy Lawless, aka Xena Warrior Princess, reading Molly Bloom’s soliloquy. “By the time of the soliloquy the audience was pretty liquored up as Lawless (who’s from a prominent Auckland Irish family) had whacked a thousand bucks down on the bar for Guinness and shorts. One of the cast reported he’d been outside having a smoke when a punter burst out into the street hollering, ‘They’re giving away the beer in there!’” he says.

This year, they’re sticking to songs and readings in the Thirsty Dog pub, due to “exhaustion and over-commitments elsewhere”. It’s “next to Suzie Wong’s Massage Parlour”, he adds.

 

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  • terence patrick hewett

    Next stop the Patrick Pearse Motel:

    “The majority of the members of the Irish parliament are professional politicians, in the sense that otherwise they would not be given jobs minding mice at a crossroads.”

    The whole lot of you are desperate: Lawrence Sterne and Dean Swift would rip you to shreds. Do press the delete button if it makes your cosy world a little bit more risk-averse.

    Once the Irish were a great nation: now they have lost their faith and their great language is just a footnote.

    When John Paul came he said that that the Irish were always faithful: Just because a friend is in trouble you do not abandon them. Man up.

  • Makhno

    Non serviam.

  • terence patrick hewett

    Vade retro Satana. Nunquam suade mihi vana. Sunt mala quae libas. Ipse venena bibas.

    “Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
    Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
    Brought death into the World, and all our woe”

  • terence patrick hewett