Sunday, April 19, 2020

Bloomsday 2020

I have said this before, but the world is in Ulysses. So, no matter what I sketch, I can find a passage in Ulysses that will evoke something for me. Sometimes it's pretty obvious. I'm no Joycean scholar. Sometimes it's more subtle
Like this one, about our first Zoom call


'its metamorphoses as vapour, mist, cloud, rain, sleet, snow, hail: its strength in rigid hydrants:... its ubiquity as constituting 90 % of the human body:...'




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