— My heart, my mother! My heart, my coming forth of darkness! They know not my heart, O coolun dearast! Mon gloomerie! Mon glamourie! What a surpraise, dear Mr Preacher, I to hear from your strawnummical modesty! Yes, … [Leer más...]
35º ENCUENTROS JAMES JOYCE Campus María Zambrano de Segovia (U. Valladolid) 14-15 de mayo de 2026
La percepción del lugar y la pertenencia en James Joyce y la literatura/cultura irlandesa Desde los años cincuenta del pasado siglo XX –con la psicogeografía y el situacionismo (Debord)– y luego, en los setenta –con la … [Leer más...]
493.25-33 . Irise, Osirises!
— Yerds and nudes say ayes and noes! Vide! Vide! — Let Eivin bemember for Gates of Gold for their fadeless suns berayed her. Irise, Osirises! Be thy mouth given unto thee! For why do you lack a link of luck to poise a pont of … [Leer más...]
493.16-25 -¿Qué quienes dijeron que qué a quién?
— Which was said by whem to whom? — It wham. But whim I can't whumember. — Fantasy! funtasy on fantasy, amnaes fintasies! And there is nihil nuder under the clothing moon. When Ota, weewahrwificle of Torquells, bumpsed … [Leer más...]
493.05-15 Y en el parque (recuerda) se la sacó
in his lazy- chair but he hidded up my hemifaces in all my mayarannies and he locked plum into my mirrymouth like Ysamasy morning in the end of time, with the so light's hope on his ruddycheeks and rawjaws and, my charmer, whom … [Leer más...]