GLASSJAW Posted June 16, 2014 Share Posted June 16, 2014 Bloomsday is the day the novel Ulysses takes place, June 16, and it is the day James Joyce met the love of his life Nora Barnacle, and it is the day after the publication of (the greatest short story collection ever written) The Dubliners. In short: it is James Joyce day. As much as it is a day about his largely unrivalled literary achievements, it is mostly a day about his love for sweet Nora. To celebrate this fine day, I will excerpt my favourite selections from James Joyce's love letters to his dear Nora, for us to all bask in his genius. My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that softy belly of yours and ____ you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your ____, glorying in the open shape of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. Nora, my faithful darling, my seet-eyed blackguard schoolgirl, be my ____, my mistress, as much as you like (my little frigging mistress! My little _____ _____!) you are always my beautiful wild flower of the hedges, my dark-blue rain-drenched flower. I have taught you almost to swoon at the hearing of my voice singing or murmuring to your soul the passion and sorrow and mystery of life and at the same time have taught you to make filthy signs to me with your lips and tongue, to provoke me by obscene touches and noises, and even to do in my presence the most shameful and filthy act of the body. You remember the day you pulled up your clothes and let me lie under you looking up at you while you did it? Then you were ashamed even to meet my eyes. You are mine, darling, mine! I love you. All I have written above is only a moment or two of brutal madness. Happy Bloomsday, everybody! Link to comment
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