lift yr skinny fists like antennas to heaven!

hiiiii, she/her

[castlerobin]

was stephen dedalus trans misogyny afflicted

[mbmbimbo]

i know everyone loves baby seals, but sometimes i really am blown away by their whimsy. they took a teddy bear and made it a mermaid. i feel very wonderful knowing we live on the same planet as puppy mermaid teddies

[joy-and-whimsy-official]

Official joy and whimsy post

[mishalikessoundsandcolours]

@malachimulligan

[malachimulligan]

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threw this together in a few minutes, i messed up during the third verse, so you only get to hear the first two, but i do intend to record a full version incl harmonica and lead guitar (and better vocals) at some point. desolation row has been my fav dylan song for a while now, especially since i saw him play it live. i really love the harmonica solos, and the lyrics about ezra pound and ts eliot

[hazeltongzhi]

PRIDE MONTH FOLLOWED BY JOINT ANTI-AMERICAN STRUGGLE MONTH

[captain-price-returns]

he’s sitting in his discomfort and interrogating whether his actions were worth the consequences… a great many of u could take notes

[malachimulligan]

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[qrgirl-deactivated20220303]

the space race may be the funniest point in history period and i'll stand by that. the US is like "yes whoever gets into space first will prove once and for all that our economic model is superior and that we are, in general, the superior country of superior and smarter people." then the soviets just went and did it and the US freaked out and needed to cover their ass so were like "WE MEAN THE MOON, WE MEAN THE FIRST TO LAND ON THE MOON."

[fanderburker]

[mystacoceti]

Stephen Dedalus: haha, having sex rules! Writing down scandalizing messages on scraps of paper and leaving them here and there throughout Dublin where women might find them rules!

Next Saturday or year at the Jesuit retreat.

Priest: Should they be among us, I tell any sinners here today to think on what awaits them: flames, utter darkness, the smell of burning flesh, grief at the eternal separation from the Lord. And also devils will call you a slothful and proud little pervert

Stephen: oh fuck that's me

[corneliushickey]

woe, pensive trans pride crochet blanket carmela soprano be upon ye

[tomblesabuckets]

it’s nice that James Joyce has tricked all of us into celebrating the anniversary of his future wife jerking him off. Happy bloomsday!

[theglasschild]

“I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use – silence, exile, and cunning.”

— James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

[flowersofmaldoror]

First edition of Ulysses by James Joyce, published by Paris-Shakespeare, 1922

[malachimulligan]

essay about ulysses by wolfgang hildesheimer, taken from 'zeit-bibliothek der 100 bücher', 1980. found this at my grandpas place. the introduction to the book is kind of funny, talking about the dangers posed by encyclopedias and whatnot. im not gonna bother translating the essay, but there is a really nice part where it mentions mollys disposition being 'more vegetative rather than reflective' which i thought was a nice way to put it.

[sivavakkiyar]

Ulysses, James Joyce, chapter 2

[lavinia-pfigg]

—The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy said. All human history moves towards one great goal, the manifestation of God. Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying: —That is God. Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee! —What? Mr Deasy asked. —A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders. Mr Deasy looked down and held for awhile the wings of his nose tweaked between his fingers. Looking up again he set them free.

[sivavakkiyar]

[hyperions-fate]

From out of the ruin of the Great War, and from the cries of an Ireland starved and dismembered by empire, Joyce created a new Trinity: the liberated woman, the compassionate stranger, and the questing and visionary poet. It is the only one I believe in.

[peterlorrefanpage]

[peterlorrefanpage]

Happy Bloomsday

[hyperions-fate]

STEPHEN: (he taps his brow) But in here it is I must kill the priest and the king.

James Joyce, Ulysses