In my time zone – CDT – it’s about two hours early – late in the day/night June 15th here – but better early than forgetting, ja?
Happy Bloomsday – June 16th.
It’s the 100th anniversary of that fateful (fictional) day when Leopold Bloom boogied around Dublin, and his wife Molly, well, boogied around something else.
Tough book. Worth it.
…and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geramiums and catuses 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.
— [Partial] closing line, Ulysses
— [Partial] closing line, Ulysses
Liquid poetry in so many dimensions.