La muerte de Jacinto, 1752-1753, de Giambatista Tiepolo.

J. J. Fisher sings "In Old Madrid" on Edison cylinder 7007 (1905). "(...) Stephen, obviously addressed, looked down on the photo showing a large sized lady with her fleshy charms on evidence in an open fashion as she was in the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for the occasion to give a liberal display of bosom, with more than vision of breasts, her full lips parted and some perfect teeth, standing near, ostensibly with gravity, a piano on the rest of which was In Old Madrid, a ballad, pretty in its way, which was then all the vogue. Her (the lady's) eyes, dark, large, looked at Stephen, about to smile about something to be admired, Lafayette of Westmoreland street, Dublin's premier photographic artist, being responsible for the esthetic execution (...)".

BLOOMSDAY 2017 in Madrid. Farewell Party for Ambassador David Cooney and his wife Geraldine. Members and some artists took part. Reading and singing.

Dada and Cabaret Voltaire

James Joyce to Frank Budgen

"I want," said Joyce, as we were walking down the Universitätstrasse, "to give a picture of Dublin so complete that if the city one day suddenly disappeared from the earth it could be reconstructed out of my book."

(Frank Budgen, James Joyce and the Making of "Ulysses," pp. 67-68 / p. 69)

I enquired about Ulysses. Was it progressing?
"I have been working hard on it all day," said Joyce.
"Does that mean that you have written a great deal?" I said.
"Two sentences," said Joyce.
I looked sideways but Joyce was not smiling. I thought of Flaubert.
"You have been seeking the mot juste?" I said.
"No," said Joyce. "I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. There is an order in every way appropriate. I think I have it."
"What are the words?" I asked.
"I believe I told you," said Joyce, "that my book is a modern Odyssey. Every episode in it corresponds to an adventure of Ulysses. I am now writing the Lestrygonians episode, which corresponds to the adventure of Ulysses with the cannibals. My hero is going to lunch. But there is a seduction motive in the Odyssey, the cannibal king's daughter. Seduction appears in my book as women's silk petticoats hanging in a shop window. The words through which I express the effect of it on my hungry hero are: 'Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.' You can see for yourself in how many different ways they might be arranged."

(Frank Budgen, James Joyce and the Making of "Ulysses," pp. 19-20 / p. 20;
Joyce refers to "Lestrygonians" 8:638-39, p. 138)

Shane MacGowan - An Irish Airman Forsees His Death (Yeats)

...my ideal audience is people who always wanted to read the book but felt daunted...

https://www.abbeytheatre.ie/whats_on/event/ulysses/

Ulysses

The Abbey Theatre presents Dermot Bolger’s brilliantly adapted, vibrant version of Joyce’s classic in a thrilling production for theatre.

Bloom’s odyssey is a pandemonium of live music, puppets, dancing, clowning, bowler hats and kazoos. It’s Ulysses as you’ve never imagined it before, a superbly theatrical homage to Joyce’s chronicle of Dublin life and the greatest novel of all time. Created by Abbey Theatre Director Graham McLaren, our production is absurd, brilliant and oodles of fun.

‘my ideal audience is people who always wanted to read the book but felt daunted. They may be surprised to find that it remains a book about themselves and people they know. They will not leave knowing everything about Joyce, no more than I’ll ever comprehend the fullness of his vision. But I hope they are sufficient engaged by the human drama; by Bloom’s subtle triumphs; Molly’s all too human contradictions and Stephen’s isolation on the eve of departure, to again start to read this superb chronicle of our capital city: one of the greatest and truest novels of all time.’ – Dermot Bolger

https://www.abbeytheatre.ie/whats_on/event/ulysses/

Seaside Girls

Happy Summer Solstice

... Horn of a bull, hoof of a horse, smile of a Saxon.

Bloomsday 2017, en Madrid. Fotos de "familia".

DD&SC

Bloomsday 2017, en Madrid. Richard Carlow. Great performance.

Bravo!!!

Bloomsday 2017, en Madrid. Pedro Pérez Prieto (en rojo) traductor de Yeats.

Bloomsday 2017, en Madrid.

Bloomsday 2017, en Madrid.James Duggan.The Portrait, chapter 3. Great performance.

Bloomsday 2017, en Madrid. Bill Dixon, Richard Hunter, Richard Carlow and David Butler

Bloomsday 2017, en Madrid. Valeria, in white, ( beside Pedro Pérez Prieto- Yeats´s translator), lecturer on Joyce from Buenos Aires

Bloomsday 2017, en Madrid. Some members of the Bloomsday Society.

Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming - Bloomsday 2017 en Madrid. Bill Dixon. From Cyclops

Bloomsday 2017 en Madrid. From KS

Dear Sara,

              Thank you for such a great evening! I really enjoyed the selection of readings and songs that were performed with wonderful talent and depth of feeling. Congratulations on the perfect organization which, despite the brutal heat, made it a night to remember. As the ambassador said, the special thing about  Bloom's day

Is knowing that it is being celebrated in cities and counties all over the world. Thank you for helping to keep Madrid a little bit Irish!

       I would be grateful if you could keep me informed about future events.

                             With kindest regards,

                                                     KS

Bloomsday 2017 in Madrid. Ambassador Cooney

Songs of Joyce - Invisibility

BLOOMSDAY 2017

BLOOMSDAY IS COMING. John McCormack - Love's Old Sweet Song (Just a Song at Twilight) (1927)