/lit/ - Literature

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>>10977190
>What of his have you read?
Dubliners, Portrait, Stephen Hero, Ulysses
>favourite
Ulysses
>extremely diverse, fun, feels like I can read it for the rest of my life
>quotes
"I fear those big words," Stephen said "which make us so unhappy." because I just happened to think of it this morning.

Probably gonna read FW this summer, Exiles and the poems sometime before.

What was this man's fucking problem?

>>9089481
The stories are long tho lol

>He meet Proust only once, in some dinner at the house of some rich faggots (Picasso and Stravinski also present) by the time they were considered the most shining writers of their time. Some guy asked Proust for his opinion about Ulysses and Proust admitted that he had never read Joyce work, James then got super mad about it and said the same about Proust, but he was lying (there’s correspondence that proves it). I really encourage you to read the whole story of this, it’s very funny

>Virginia was a very rich girl who found her own editor house to publish her books and her friends, Joyce send her the manuscript of Ulysses when he was desperate for a publisher, but she rejected him and trash talked about the book on her diary lol

>Joyce told Yeats (with a sigh) that it was a shame that he was too old already to be influenced by him

>Basically same thing about Ulysses publication. He was looking for monetary support, but got rejected by Lawrence

Ok, /lit/, it's your time to shine!
If you had to buy a gift for a Joyce lover who has read everything from him, what would you get?

>YWN NEEEVER have an excuse to wear an eyepatch

>>8618403
>Having to wear an eye patch due to his failing sight, Joyce took the opportunity to role play as a pirate. On Friday nights in Paris he would pick up a prostitute. Under the pseudonym “Cap’n MacCool”, Joyce would escort the woman to a rented clipper ship that he kept docked in the Seine. Inside of the grand cabin, at his request, the prostitute would stream her dirty consciousness upon him.
Holy shit

ITT we apply the Gilbert schema to books we've read and other guess what it is. Maybe exclude the first three because location would make it too easy and the other two don't really work for whole books.

Organ: Kidney
Colour: Teal
Symbol: Man
Art: Literature
Technique: Parallax

Mine should be easy.

The most beatiful mind I ever encountered

>>8362031
In Ulysses, Stephen quotes Marx and also takes on a more or less revolutionary stance on the nationalist question when confronted with Haynes, a Britisher.

Joyce himself was a socialist and actually had a few articles published in Sinn Fein papers.

His feelings on the Irish question were complex, but it's safe to say he was opposed to British imperialism and that, while he was in favor of an Irish Free State, did not want it to devolve into a patriotic, reactionary institution a la England.

But on no planet would Stephen Daedalus support Donald Trump lmao.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nw1CI2TCqU

>My great blue bedroom, the air so quiet, scarce a cloud. In peace and silence. I could have stayed up there for always only. It's something fails us. First we feel. Then we fall. And let her rain now if she likes. Gently or strongly as she likes. Anyway let her rain for my time is come. I done me best when I was let. Thinking always if I go all goes. A hundred cares, a tithe of troubles and is there one who understands me? One in a thousand of years of the nights? All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming lothed to me. And I am lothing their little warm tricks. And lothing their mean cosy turns. And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. I thought you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. You're only a bumpkin. I thought you the great in all things, in guilt and in glory. You're but a puny. Home! My people were not their sort out beyond there so far as I can. For all the bold and bad and bleary they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all our wild dances in all their wild din. I can seen meself among them, allaniuvia pulchrabelled. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, when she would seize to my other breast! And what is she weird, haughty Niluna, that she will snatch from my ownest hair! For 'tis they are the stormies. Ho hang! Hang ho! And the clash of our cries till we spring to be free. Auravoles, they says, never heed of your name! But I'm loothing them that's here and all I lothe. Loonely in me loneness. For all their faults. I am passing out. O bitter ending! I'll slip away before they're up. They'll never see. Nor know. Nor miss me. And it's old and old it's sad and old it's sad and weary I go back to you, my cold father, my cold mad father, my cold mad feary father, till the near sight of the mere size of him, the moyles and moyles of it, moananoaning, makes me seasilt saltsick and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see them rising! Save me from those therrble prongs! Two more. Onetwo moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the

was it autism?

>"An artist respects the silence, it serves the foundation of creativity."

Do you rank him above Shakespeare?

>"An artist respects the silence, it serves the foundation of creativity"

Do you agree with him?

>—Mr Dedalus!
>Running after me. No more letters, I hope.
>—Just one moment.
>—Yes, sir, Stephen said, turning back at the gate.
>Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath.
>—I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, they say, has the honour of being the only country which never persecuted the jews. Do you know that? No. And do you know why?
>He frowned sternly on the bright air.
>—Why, sir? Stephen asked, beginning to smile.
>—Because she never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly.
>A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his lifted arms waving to the air.
>—She never let them in, he cried again through his laughter as he stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That’s why.
>On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins.

—Mr Dedalus!
Running after me. No more letters, I hope.
—Just one moment.
—Yes, sir, Stephen said, turning back at the gate.
Mr Deasy halted, breathing hard and swallowing his breath.
—I just wanted to say, he said. Ireland, they say, has the honour of being the only country which never persecuted the jews. Do you know that? No. And do you know why?
He frowned sternly on the bright air.
—Why, sir? Stephen asked, beginning to smile.
—Because she never let them in, Mr Deasy said solemnly.
A coughball of laughter leaped from his throat dragging after it a rattling chain of phlegm. He turned back quickly, coughing, laughing, his lifted arms waving to the air.
—She never let them in, he cried again through his laughter as he stamped on gaitered feet over the gravel of the path. That’s why.
On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins.

That last sentence,

How hard is to become great at writing if you don't major in something related to writing?

>>7145712
perfect portrait imo

>>6793481
sorry tumblr


>yes I think he made them a bit firmer sucking them like that so long he made me thirsty titties he calls them I had to laugh yes this one anyhow stiff the nipple gets for the least thing Ill get him to keep that up and Ill take those eggs beaten up with marsala fatten them out for him what are all those veins and things curious the way its made 2 the same in case of twins theyre supposed to represent beauty placed up there like those statues in the museum one of them pretending to hide it with her hand are they so beautiful of course compared with what a man looks like with his two bags full and his other thing hanging down out of him or sticking up at you like a hatrack no wonder they hide it with a cabbageleaf that disgusting Cameron highlander behind the meat market or that other wretch with the red head behind the tree where the statue of the fish used to be when I was passing pretending he was pissing standing out for me to see it with his babyclothes up to one side the Queens own they were a nice lot its well the Surreys relieved them theyre always trying to show it to you every time nearly I passed outside the mens greenhouse near the Harcourt street station just to try some fellow or other trying to catch my eye as if it was I of the 7 wonders of the world O and the stink of those rotten places the night coming home with Poldy after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade to make you feel nice and watery I went into r of them it was so

Since Bloomsday is coming up, I though I'd tell you guys about this brilliant audiobook of Ulysses, recorded in 1982 by the best Irish theatre actors of the time, widely considered to be the best audiobook of Ulysses there is.

They have a different speaker for every character and they also change their intonation as the styles change throughout.

https://archive.org/details/Ulysses-Audiobook

>>6680094
This is my favourite pic of a writer

>>6448050
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