Passage from “A Portrait of the Artist as A Young man.”
Collective Ink in Traverse City, MI
"I had never spoken to her, except for a few casual words, and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood."
“Araby”- James Joyce (via learntosing)
Old fashions
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
"You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too."
Stephen Dedalus (A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce)
The Venn Diagram of Author Sensibility – head (cerebral but dry), mouth (master of form but vacant of meaning), heart (empathic but overly sentimental). Related: Circles of Influence
i like how ginsberg and burroughs are waaaaay out there in the “master of form but vacant of meaning” category. fitting descriptors for both of them. and it’s interesting that most of what i’ve read gravitates towards the edges of the head and heart categories— rand and huxley and plath and bukowski— since i have a great appreciation for great writing, regardless of substance (faulkner can suck it, though).
also that james joyce is the only one in the exact center. dubliners FTW, yo. you don’t beat joyce.
"Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves."
James Joyce - Ulysses (via thethingsbehindthesun)
"stephen is a model youth. he doesn’t smoke and he doesn’t go to bazaars and he doesn’t flirt and he doesn’t damn anything or damn all."
james joyce, a portrait of the artist as a young man (via stoneagegraffiti)
it’s bloomsday, kids. go make the world a better place and read some joyce.
also, this kid is my new hero with his ulysses-the-book costume. clever clever. i salute you, sir.
"Shut your eyes and see."
James Joyce (via bidzovka)
"To merge his life in the common tide of other lives was harder for him than any fasting or prayer and it was his constant failure to do this to his own satisfaction which caused in his soul at last a sensation of spiritual dryness together with a growth of doubts and scruples."
James Joyce, The Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man (via hallelujah)
