HAPPY BLOOMSDAY!

Yes, yes, it's June 16th Bloomsday and we raise a pint to James Augustine Aloysius Joyce that difficult language-drunken Irishman and author of many a puzzling tome and riddle including one he stole lock, stock and barrel from a blind Greek named Homer called Ulysses which all takes place in one single day, I kid you not, and that day is today, June 16th, and pinch-nosed readers with spectacles emerge nearly blind from every nook and cranny worldwide to celebrate and every crook and nanny clatters pots and pans and hoists jams jars for he's a jolly good fellow and so say all of us.

Read Joyce here.

SUMMER READING

...O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where 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.

James Joyce, Ulysses

A hypertextual, self- referential edition of the complete text of James Joyce's Ulysses is HERE.