Sun is red; moon is cracked
Daddy's never coming back
Nothing's ever yours to keep
Close your eyes, go to sleep
If I die before you wake
Don't you cry, don't you weep

Nothing's ever as it seems
Climb the ladder to you dreams
If I die before you wake
Don't you cry, don't you weep
Nothing's ever yours to keep
Close your eyes; go to sleep

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in ( Read more... )

and the madness starts again
just over a month to birth two final papers
(and yes it is a birthing process....no other way to describe this crazy way my mind thinks and creates)
fingers crossed all works out and sanity remains mostly in tact!

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow...

Questions from a Sleep-deprived Juliebird ( Read more... )

Joyce is finally done, except for some proofing & formatting stuff I can do Monday night ( Read more... )

havent updated in ages
dont know - not much going on. same old, same old, she sighed...

just reading lots more Joyce than usual and watching Doctor Who - so much so that this morning my addled brain was trying to finish Portrait and as I was reading a sentence about Stephen I was like "oh yeah, Stephen Dedalus is a Time Lord, that explains it" . And ( Read more... )

Zeus had loved his old friend, and lifted him up, and set him among the stars as the constellation Sagittarius. Here, in the Zodiac, now above, now below the horizon, he assists in the regulation of our destinies, though in this latter time few living mortals cast their eyes respectfullfy toward Heaven, and fewer still sit as students to the stars.

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It's the time of day, when the world is gray
I am waiting, waiting for somebody
and I search the skies with my aching eyes,
for my special someone, my somebody
though I know its wrong all my senses long
for the man who is strong and can comfort me
and oh, how i long for him to hold me
my somebody will truly know me
he'll take me in his arms and show me ( Read more... )

Just made a list of various Joyce editions* so can cross-check my library against the class syllabus next week.
Just another fun-filled Friday night...

*Dubliners: Penguin Classics (1993)

Portrait:  Penguin Classics (1992); Penguin Signet (1948)

Ulysses: Gabler/Vintage (1986); Random House (1946); Gallimard (1948)

FW: Penguin (1982); Faber and Faber ( ( Read more... )