Flood by James Joyce
poesies: Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters brood Of sullen day. A waste of waters ruthlessly Sways and uplifts its weedy mane Where brooding day stares down upon the sea In dull disdain. Uplift and sway, O golden vine, Your clustered fruits to love’s full flood, Lambent and vast and ruthless as is thine ...
James Joyce died 69 years ago today.
Finnegans Wake Tattoo
‘Tis as human a little story as paper could well carry - James Joyce, Finnegans Wake I’m a writer, so the passage is relevant to the art I create, but it’s also a statement about the life I try to lead and how I would like to be remembered. The tattoo is rendered in in Joyce’s handwriting (thanks to this font) on the inside of my right forearm.
Weib. Ich bin der Fleisch der stets bejaht. [Woman. I am the flesh that always...– Poe’s Mistress: Notes on James Joyce’s ‘Ulysses’ (via quixote) (via thepr)
Anonymous asked: I'd like to anonymously submit a photo of my Joyce tattoo (text from Finnegans Wake on my forearm). May I?