Art Exhibition title: A Stroll Through UlyssesFri.10.06. at 20h. Art Exhibition Opening reception. Th. 16.06.16 at 08h. 6th Bloomsday Bathe on the Beach, La Cepa Playa, Fuengirola and Reading from Ulysses in your language.Sat 18.06.at21h.Film: A Stroll Through Ulysses (26 mins. English). Tue 21.06. at 13h. Reading from Ulysses in your language. Sat 25.06. at 20h. Poetry readings of James Joyce and Roger Cummiskey Tue 28.06. at 20h. Reading from Ulysses in your language. Thu 07.07 at 12h. Festival closes.
6th Bloomsday Bathe on the Beach, Malaga – Spain.
6th Bloomsday Bathe on the Beach, Malaga – Spain. For the sixth year we are planning a simple reading, swim or paddle off the beach on Bloomsday this year on Thursday, 16th June.
What makes our event a little different is that the readers are encouraged to read their pieces in their own language. This is a fun, non intellectual, nor threatening event. And it is FREE. All that is required is that you turn up on time to participate. It will be a memorable occasion. A fun get together! But you must bring your own copy of Ulysses. We will be reading from Chapters 4 and 5. (Download your free ebook copy here or here. or HERE.(P92 forward) We will be reading from Chapters 4 and 5 as above. These are the Calypso episode that takes place between 8 and 8.45 AM at number 7 Eccles Street where Mr Bloom first enters the story. Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. Each reade…
I Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
There's music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.
II The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow
The trees of the avenue.
The old piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;
She bends upon the yellow keys,
Her head inclines this way.
Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands
That wander as they list—
The twilight turns to darker blue
With lights of amethyst.
III At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs