Bloomsday.

"""Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

Kidneys were in his mind as he moved about the kitchen softly, righting her breakfast things on the humpy tray. Gelid light and air were in the kitchen but out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Made him feel a bit peckish.

The coals were reddening."""


Bloomsday is being celebrated around the world today as fans come together to appreciate James Joyce's classic novel "Ulysses." The book, widely considered to be one of the greatest modern novels ever written, takes place over the span of just one day -- June 16, 1904 -- and follows the musings and adventures of two men living in Dublin, Leopold Bloom and Stephen Dedalus.

Fans are particularly joyous in celebrating Joyce's masterpiece not only because of the book's importance but because the book at its essence celebrates life itself as it is, especially in Bloom's wife Molly's soliloquy."""

The HuffPo hack merely affirms the pop, "bawdy", Rabelaisian interpretation of Joyce's classic Ulysses, says Contingencies. Those adepts who carefully peruse JJ's strange labyrinthe will find little to celebrate (tho' JJ would indulge a comic-erotic mode at times); the essential message of the tome closer to Dante--and thomistic tradition, not to say the Book of Revelation (quien esta La Senora "Molly", realmente?/) -- than to Drs Freud & Co. (yet politically squeaking JJ did not quite join his one-time amigo Ez Pound in praising Il Duce (did he??). Also see the "Cyclops" chapter for the politics of U.--and the pub boyos denouncing Cromwell (and by implication that great prevaricator Johannes Calvin...found residing in, like, raw sewage in one of Pound's cantos))...

Joyce, like Pound, and about any irishmen (apart from WASP skum) detested all things Britannian--and Ulysses itself not lacking anti-semitic aspects-- but he finally broke with catolicos (his people's religion, since like St. Paddy), and objected to the blackshirts (and the more thuggish ones in brown as well...like youse, Bubba!). Joyce may have once even met with...Malatesta's posse).

(oh, and a note to Maxine McSnitch--chinga tu madre, blanca-basura, conservativo, dyslexico mormon)