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Who Killed Cock Robin? - Episodio VI, Hades

"Bloomsday desciende a los infiernos", de Hispaniola

Mísero cortejo fúnebre el del pobre Dignam, al que la afición a empinar el codo se ha llevado al otro mundo. Como parte de él, Bloom recorre muy digno medio Dublín hasta el cementerio, tratando de no desentonar de sus compañeros de duelo.

   Dedalus, con el que se cruzan, da pie a las invectivas paternas contra el gordo Mulligan y su a todas luces nefasta influencia, y motiva que Bloom recuerde a su malogrado hijito Rudy y las conyugales efusiones que lo trajeron al mundo.

   Pasa Boylan y se intranquiliza, ven a un judío tacaño - vaya novedad - y se arma un lío, sus colegas de cortejo vituperan a los suicidas y se abruma por su padre; pero nada de ello le impide conservar el humor, imaginar absurdos inventos y encontrarse hecho un pimpollo.

  Al llegar al cementerio se pone truculento y todo son huesos, vísceras, podredumbre, ratas, gusanos y “sic transit gloria mundi”. Sin embargo, el malentendido con el hombre del macintosh y su siempre presente deseo de agradar le traen de regreso al mundo de los vivos.

Poldy

(...) He ceased. Mr Bloom glanced from his angry moustache to Mr Power's mild face and Martin Cunningham's eyes and beard, gravely shaking. Noisy selfwilled man. Full of his son. He is right. Something to hand on. If little Rudy had lived. See him grow up. Hear his voice in the house. Walking beside Molly in an Eton suit. My son. Me in his eyes. Strange feeling it would be. From me. Just a chance. Must have been that morning in Raymond terrace she was at the window watching the two dogs at it by the wall of the cease to do evil. And the sergeant grinning up. She had that cream gown on with the rip she never stitched. Give us a touch, Poldy. God, I'm dying for it. How life begins.

Got big then. Had to refuse the Greystones concert. My son inside her. I could have helped him on in life. I could. Make him independent. Learn German too (...).

Molly. Milly. Same thing watered down. Her tomboy oaths. O jumping Jupiter! Ye gods and little fishes! Still, she's a dear girl. Soon be a woman. Mullingar. Dearest Papli. Young student. Yes, yes: a woman too. Life, life (...)

—Blazes Boylan, Mr Power said. There he is airing his quiff.

Just that moment I was thinking.

Mr Dedalus bent across to salute. From the door of the Red Bank the white disc of a straw hat flashed reply: spruce figure: passed.

Mr Bloom reviewed the nails of his left hand, then those of his right hand. The nails, yes. Is there anything more in him that they she sees? Fascination. Worst man in Dublin. That keeps him alive. They sometimes feel what a person is. Instinct. But a type like that. My nails. I am just looking at them: well pared. And after: thinking alone. Body getting a bit softy. I would notice that: from remembering. What causes that? I suppose the skin can't contract quickly enough when the flesh falls off. But the shape is there. The shape is there still. Shoulders. Hips. Plump. Night of the dance dressing. Shift stuck between the cheeks behind.

He clasped his hands between his knees and, satisfied, sent his vacant glance over their faces..

The Croppy Boy, Backing Chords Lyrics.—O, draw him out, Martin, Mr Power said eagerly. Wait till you hear him, Simon, on Ben Dollard's singing of The Croppy Boy.

Charlie Is My Darling Melody Chords Lyrics. Este sí es el Charlie de Hades

The Last Time (Charlie is my Darling - Ireland 1965). Buscaba a Charles Stuart, Charley, you're my darling. No me he podido resistir

Luciano Pavarotti - Lucia di Lammermoor - act III finale

Arthur Osmond sings "Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly?" on Edison cylinder re...

La búsqueda que no cesa. Los almendros y los prunos ya han florecido.

"On Saturday, the 11th of April, he received a telegram: "Mother dying. Come home. Father." Mr.Joyce left Paris.

May Murray Joyce spent a long time dying, that kindly concerned, gentle woman. She lay in bed (...). 

She begged her Jim to turn back to the sacraments of the Church. Otherwise tender and yielding, he sang Yeats to her:

Who will go drive with Fergus now,

And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,

And dance upon the level shore?

Young man lift up your russet brow,

And lift your tender eyelids, maid

And brood on hopes and fear no more."

Jim Trainor escribe

At the risk of overloading on songs or snatches of songs, Joyce references:

The Croppy Boy:

Who killed Cock Robin? (great funeral rhyme!)

Anybody here seen Kelly?

And there may be more.

Who Goes With Fergus [YEATS poem set to music]

Jim se lo cantaba a su madre. James Joyce a May Murray Joyce...

Who Goes With Fergus?

WHO will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars.

Jim Trainor will present "A Tribute to Anthony Trollope", at the reading on March 26.

Nuestro querido amigo el actor Jim Trainor, nos descubrirá el mundo de Anthony Trollope, un autor desconocido para la mayoría de los españoles. 

Jim Trainor will present Madrid Players production in April of A Tribute to Anthony Trollope, three mini-plays based on the great man's work to mark the 200th anniversary of his birth in 1815. 

Bloomsday Society. Episodio VI, Hades. El infierno son los otros, Poldy dixit.

Feliz St.Paddy's

Viajamos hacia Glasnevin. Pobre Paddy Dignam.Hades

San Patricio, 17 de marzo

Dear friends,

The Embassy is delighted to let you know about a family-friendly celebration of St. Patrick’s Day here in Madrid, to be held onSunday, 15 March at the Parque Deportivo Puerta de Hierro. 

The event, which will take place from approximately 10.00 am to 5.00 pm, promises to be a fantastic day out for everyone, offering a range of activities including Irish music, dance, film and theatre.  There will be a particular focus on activities of interest to children and families, with the day also featuring a Gaelic football tournament and training sessions for children organised by Madrid’s very own GAA club, the Madrid Harps.   Delicious Irish food products will be available for purchase at the venue while those attending may also bring their own picnic with them to enjoy at the park. 

Further information on the day’s activities and the location of the event is available in the attached flyer. 

We warmly invite you to share this invitation widely with friends and family, bearing in mind that the event is open to not only to members of the Irish community here in Madrid but also to Spanish and international friends of Ireland.   

Finally, we would be delighted if those of you organising your own St. Patrick’s day festivities here in Madrid or elsewhere in Spain could share the details with us.  We will be very happy to spread the word as regards any events which are planned through our website and social media services. 

Best regards,

Ann Marie Murphy

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