tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716380.post958758828869832043..comments2023-06-28T14:01:15.334+01:00Comments on Sam Jordison: Happy BloomsdaySam Jordisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11847113158131387947noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716380.post-44514857074192968082009-06-17T14:38:13.341+01:002009-06-17T14:38:13.341+01:00Yeah, Picasso's Cubism reminds me too much of ...Yeah, Picasso's Cubism reminds me too much of Cezanne... who's he kidding? Only room for one of those bastards in a museum.A. Ominoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807400943709124236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716380.post-2193929625784042252009-06-17T13:36:45.912+01:002009-06-17T13:36:45.912+01:00‘appears to have been written by a perverted lunat...‘appears to have been written by a perverted lunatic.’ LOL :)<br /><br />I am reading "A portrait of the artist as a young man" at the moment and it is not bad...it reminds me too much of Proust though.whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18231884637692876338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716380.post-47840235271762779902009-06-17T09:54:24.859+01:002009-06-17T09:54:24.859+01:00The truth is, I'd suggest (for the daunted rea...The truth is, I'd suggest (for the daunted reader) the use of a guide to the book first (for orientation), then reading the monster non-sequentially, almanac-style. Anthony Burgess (the greatest failed Joyce imitator of the second half of the 20th century: Clockwork Orange was Joyce's gift to the man) does a good job of making Ulysses clear in Re Joyce, I think. <br /><br />It never fails to amaze me that Joyce wrote this book a century ago... it may well remain Modern forever. But that can't be appreciated, generally, until we do away with the musty veil the musty academics have tossed over it: another case of disciples fucking the whole thing up?A. Ominoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807400943709124236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716380.post-44370898556845338242009-06-17T09:34:59.053+01:002009-06-17T09:34:59.053+01:00Yes, that is funny.Yes, that is funny.Sam Jordisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847113158131387947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716380.post-67894381914227044832009-06-17T09:24:39.906+01:002009-06-17T09:24:39.906+01:00Heartily disagree, Sam-O! Here's a fragment of...Heartily disagree, Sam-O! Here's a fragment of one of my favorite passages (The Circe bit; it's in the form of a play)... our hero is in a brothel... this book is funny as all unholy fook; it's the po-faced critics who've done their best to ruin it:<br /><br />BLOOM: It was Gerald converted me to be a true corsetlover when I was female impersonator in the High School play VICE VERSA. It was dear Gerald. He got that kink, fascinated by sister's stays. Now dearest Gerald uses pinky greasepaint and gilds his eyelids.<br />Cult of the beautiful.<br /><br />BELLO: (WITH WICKED GLEE) Beautiful! Give us a breather! When you took your seat with womanish care, lifting your billowy flounces, on the<br />smoothworn throne.<br /><br />BLOOM: Science. To compare the various joys we each enjoy. (EARNESTLY) And really it's better the position ... because often I used to wet ...<br /><br />BELLO: (STERNLY) No insubordination! The sawdust is there in the corner for you. I gave you strict instructions, didn't I? Do it standing, sir!<br />I'll teach you to behave like a jinkleman! If I catch a trace on your swaddles. Aha! By the ass of the Dorans you'll find I'm a martinet. The sins of your past are rising against you. Many. Hundreds.<br /><br />THE SINS OF THE PAST: (IN A MEDLEY OF VOICES) He went through a form of clandestine marriage with at least one woman in the shadow of the Black church. Unspeakable messages he telephoned mentally to Miss Dunn at an address in D'Olier street while he presented himself indecently to the instrument in the callbox. By word and deed he frankly encouraged a nocturnal strumpet to deposit fecal and other matter in an unsanitary<br />outhouse attached to empty premises. In five public conveniences he wrote pencilled messages offering his nuptial partner to all strongmembered<br />males. And by the offensively smelling vitriol works did he not pass night after night by loving courting couples to see if and what and how much he could see? Did he not lie in bed, the gross boar, gloating over a nauseous fragment of wellused toilet paper presented to him by a nasty<br />harlot, stimulated by gingerbread and a postal order?<br /><br />BELLO: (WHISTLES LOUDLY) Say! What was the most revolting piece of<br />obscenity in all your career of crime? Go the whole hog. Puke it out! Be candid for once.<br /><br />(MUTE INHUMAN FACES THRONG FORWARD, LEERING, VANISHING, GIBBERING, BOOLOOHOOM. POLDY KOCK, BOOTLACES A PENNY CASSIDY'S HAG, BLIND STRIPLING, LARRY RHINOCEROS, THE GIRL, THE WOMAN, THE WHORE, THE OTHER, THE ...)<br /><br />BLOOM: Don't ask me! Our mutual faith. Pleasants street. I only thought the half of the ... I swear on my sacred oath ...<br /><br />BELLO: (PEREMPTORILY) Answer. Repugnant wretch! I insist on knowing. Tell me something to amuse me, smut or a bloody good ghoststory or a line of<br />poetry, quick, quick, quick! Where? How? What time? With how many? I give you just three seconds. One! Two! Thr ...<br /><br />BLOOM: (DOCILE, GURGLES) I rererepugnosed in rerererepugnant<br /><br />BELLO: (IMPERIOUSLY) O, get out, you skunk! Hold your tongue! Speak when you're spoken to.<br /><br />BLOOM: (BOWS) Master! Mistress! Mantamer!<br /><br />(HE LIFTS HIS ARMS. HIS BANGLE BRACELETS FILL.)<br /><br />BELLO: (SATIRICALLY) By day you will souse and bat our smelling<br />underclothes also when we ladies are unwell, and swab out our latrines with dress pinned up and a dishclout tied to your tail. Won't that be nice? (HE PLACES A RUBY RING ON HER FINGER) And there now! With this ring<br />I thee own. Say, thank you, mistress.<br /><br />BLOOM: Thank you, mistress.A. Ominoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807400943709124236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716380.post-42188890499010430592009-06-16T12:58:28.116+01:002009-06-16T12:58:28.116+01:00"Premoderation? You lily-livered popinjay. Ba..."Premoderation? You lily-livered popinjay. Bah."<br /><br />Yes, sorry about that. Wrote a book about cults once... encountered some problem comments as a result...Sam Jordisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847113158131387947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716380.post-53181525748769789762009-06-16T12:56:30.667+01:002009-06-16T12:56:30.667+01:00Oh man!
"quite", "light-weight&quo...Oh man!<br /><br />"quite", "light-weight", "not to be trusted."<br /><br />Weeps.<br /><br />haha. Thanks for posting though. Nice to see you on here. I usually very much like yr posts on GU. And while, I'm happy to admit that there's lots to admire in Ulysses. But it says less to me in 1,000 pages than the Old Man And The Sea does in 100...Sam Jordisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847113158131387947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716380.post-32661032992121165932009-06-16T12:51:47.658+01:002009-06-16T12:51:47.658+01:00Premoderation? You lily-livered popinjay. Bah.Premoderation? You lily-livered popinjay. Bah.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15716380.post-26298405664566074662009-06-16T12:50:39.152+01:002009-06-16T12:50:39.152+01:00Sorry, Sam. You're usually quite amusing, in a...Sorry, Sam. You're usually quite amusing, in a light-weight sort of fashion (Crap Towns, anyone?). But if you can't see that Ulysses is the greatest comic novel of the 20th century, then I'm afraid your judgement is not to be trusted.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com