Happy Birthday James Joyce.
Tomorrow it is James Joyce's birthday.
Pages of words, which flow and cascade. The book as world. The turning cycles of words, which lead to equanimity. A state of equanimity. Nothing moving. All is still. A glorious, cascade of you. When you open the book, find the page. The one, which tells you about the sea.
The words, which tell you where the day begins and ends.
The special day.
Dear James,
Dear James,
You are remembered.
posted by Molly Bloom @ 11:42 AM
7 Comments:
God bless him ... hope somewhere up there he's cracking open a celestial bottle of Fendant de Sion and enjoying his birthday.
God bless James, the patchy-eyed bastard genius! Happy James Birthday to you, too, my dear dearest Molly,
Stephen
Excellent to hear of James.
I know that this is totally awkward, but where have you gone, Eleuktra?
I miss your writing.
Best,
MA
Seeing as I am not Betablogged I canna post with me own name; so when you see anonymous, it'll be me.
Stephen Rowntree
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I missed the great One's Birthday! "tell me taleof shem or shaun... who were shem and shaun the livigsonsandaughters?...."
from Finnegans Wake naturally.
Interesting to know.
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