by upright | Mar 30, 2015 | Ulysses |
Buck Mulligan frowned quickly and said: —What? Where? I can’t remember anything. I remember only ideas and sensations. Why? What happened in the name of God? —You were making tea, Stephen said, and went across the landing to get more hot water. Your mother and...
by upright | Mar 28, 2015 | Arts & Culture |
My wife and I recently spent two days one fall weekend at this breathtaking museum in upstate NY. It had been almost a decade since I had been, and I was worried that perhaps the mystique would have worn off, but when you stand in the presence of work so elegant yet...
by upright | Mar 27, 2015 | Ulysses |
—Then what is it? Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I’m quite frank with you. What have you against me now? They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the water like the snout of a sleeping whale. Stephen freed his arm...
by upright | Mar 26, 2015 | Robot E Lee |
by upright | Mar 24, 2015 | Ulysses |
Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold’s face, pushes his mower on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms. To ourselves… new paganism… omphalos. —Let him stay,...
