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quixoticclown · 1 year

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Way back at the start of the COVID-19 pandemic you might remember Gal Gadot did an embarrassing tone-deaf video where her and half of Hollywood sang 'Imagine' together. A few days later I released a parody where half the Irish comedy scene read Joyce's filthy love letters. It didn't go Irish Twitter viral the way I'd hoped at the time and now I bequeath it to all of you.

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shisasan · 8 months

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29 August 1904 James Joyce to Nora Barnacle Joyce Letters of James Joyce [originally published 1966]

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princessofmistake · 4 months

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«Sai come il diavolo tortura le anime nell’Inferno? […] Le mantiene in attesa». Questo commento, scrive Jung, «mi è tornato alla mente mentre stavo leggendo l’Ulisse per la prima volta. Ogni frase fa nascere un senso di attesa che non viene soddisfatto; infine, per pura rassegnazione, non ti aspetti più nulla».

#Carl Gustav Jung #Carl Gustav Jung citazioni #Carl Gustav Jung citazione #citazioni #citazione #lettere #lettera #recensione #recensione sull’Ulisse di James Joyce #ulisse #james joyce

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uwmspeccoll · 1 year

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It’s Fine Press Friday!

This copy of James Joyce’s, Dubliners, with introduction by American academic Thomas Flanagan and photogravures by Irish artist Robert Ballagh (b.1943), was published in 1986 by the Limited Editions Club (LEC), New York, in an edition of one thousand copies signed by Flanagan and Ballagh. It was in 1905 that Joyce first took his manuscript to a publisher, although he had a lot of difficulty finding someone to print his book. After many rejections a publisher accepted but demanded changes, resulting in the termination of their agreement. This drama continued for years until the book was finally published in 1914 by Grant Richards Ltd., London.

Dubliners is a collection of fifteen short stories that is a portrait of Dublin during a time when Irish nationalism was at its height. Joyce used his own family, friends, and acquaintances to depict the people of Dublin “in all their uniqueness, their generosity, and love of music, as well as their moral confusion and psychic paralysis” (LEC Letter number 547). This psychic and moral paralysis stems from the long history of Ireland’s subordination to British rule.

Robert Ballagh was born and raised in Dublin and shares Joyce’s fascination with his city. His six photogravures express the sense of isolation and paralysis that exists within the stories. They are velvety and still, and rest alone in the center of the page. They themselves are isolated by the many pages of text that exist between it and the next image.

The type design also illustrates a sense of isolation, with each short story beginning with a title in a single line on the right resting in the expanse of an empty page spread, and after turning the page, another blank page, and opposite to it the beginning of the text with no header, but space for one.

The type was printed at Wild Carrot Letterpress and Heritage Printers. The text was set in Monotype Scotch by Dan Carr and Julia Ferrari at Golgonooza Letter Foundry. Benjamin Schiff, son of then LEC owner Sidney Schiff, designed the book. The photogravure plates were made by Jon Goodman and printed by Bruce Chandler, Peter Pettengill, Catherine Mosely and Greta Lintvedt. The paper was made at Cartiere Enrico Magnani. The book was hand sewn and bound at the Jovonis Bookbindery in West Springfield, Massachusetts. Our copy is a gift form our friend Jerry Buff.

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– Teddy, Special Collections Graduate Intern.

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poorks · 2 months

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the first mistake is to underestimate how impossibly horny our ancestors were. yes, even a hundred years ago.

#go read a james joyce love letter #that man wrote nastier more fetishy letters to his wife than i've ever seen on tumblr

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notallsandmen · 1 year

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James Joyce, or the reason the phrase “I’m not kink shaming, I’m just kink asking why” exists

But also, like the article says, “May we all find a soul mate whose farts we would know anywhere.”

#they eventually married and were really happy #so this is actually very sweet #but it is probably my first and last pearl-clutching literary moment #zero kink negotiation just diving straight in #fuck ulysses read his letters instead #james joyce #literary history #Irish literature

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gorgeous-demon · 9 months

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dreaming of that james joyce type lust

#search James Joyce love letters if you’re interested lol #it’s amazing

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lforlimbo · 6 months

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Letters to Nora

8 December 1909: 44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin

My sweet little whorish Nora,

I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck up in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over me with a whore’s glow in your slumbrous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometime too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your hot drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.

Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.

JIM

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16 December 1909: 44 Fontenoy Street, Dublin

My sweet darling girl,

At last you write to me! You must have given that naughty little cunt of yours a most ferocious frigging to write me such a disjointed letter. As for me, darling, I am so played out that you would have to lick me for a good hour before I could get a horn stiff enough even to put into you, to say nothing of blocking you. I have done so much and so often that I am afraid to look to see how that thing I had is after all I have done to myself. Darling, please don’t fuck me too much when I go back. Fuck all you can out of me for the first night or so but make me get myself cured. The fucking must all be done by you, darling, as I am so soft and small now that no girl in Europe except yourself would waste her time trying the job. Fuck me, darling, in as many ways as your lust will suggest. Fuck me dressed in your full outdoor costume with your hat and veil on, your face flushed with the cold and wind and rain and your boots muddy, either straddling across my legs when I am sitting in a chair and riding me up and down with the frills of your drawers showing and my cock sticking up stiff in your cunt or riding me over the back of the sofa. Fuck me naked with your hat and stockings on only flat on the floor with a crimson flower in your hole behind, riding me like a man with your thighs between mine and your rump very fat. Fuck me in your dressing gown (I hope you have that nice one) with nothing on under it, opening it suddenly and showing me your belly and thighs and back and pulling me on top of you on the kitchen table. Fuck me into you arseways, lying on your face on the bed, your hair flying loose naked but with a lovely scented pair of pink drawers opened shamelessly behind and half slipping down over your peeping bum. Fuck me if you can squatting in the closet, with your clothes up, grunting like a young sow doing her dung, and a big fat dirty snaking thing coming slowly out of your backside. Fuck me on the stairs in the dark, like a nursery-maid fucking her soldier, unbuttoning his trousers gently and slipping her hand into his fly and fiddling with his shirt and feeling it getting wet and then pulling it gently up and fiddling with his two bursting balls and at last pulling out boldly the mickey she loves to handle and frigging it for him softly, murmuring into his ear dirty words and dirty stories that other girls told her and dirty things she said, and all the time pissing her drawers with pleasure and letting off soft warm quiet little farts behind until her own girlish cockey is as stiff as his and suddenly sticking him up in her and riding him.

Basta! Basta per Dio!

I have come now and the foolery is over. Now for your questions!

We are not open yet. I send you some posters. We hope to open on the 20th or 21st. Count 14 days from that and 3 1/2 days for the voyage and I am in Trieste.

Get ready. Put some warm-brown-linoleum on the kitchen and hang a pair of red common curtains on the windows at night. Get some kind of a cheap common comfortable armchair for your lazy lover. Do this above all, darling, as I shall not quit the kitchen for a whole week after I arrive, reading, lolling, smoking, and watching you get ready the meals and talking, talking, talking, talking to you. O how supremely happy I shall be! God in heaven, I shall be happy there! I figlioli, il fuoco, una bona mangiata, un caffe nero, un Brasil, il Piccolo della Sera, e Nora, Nora mia, Norina, Noretta, Norella, Noruccia ecc ecc…

Eva and Eileen must sleep together. Get some place for Georgie. I wish Nora and I had two beds for night-work. I am keeping and shall keep my promise, love. Time fly on, fly on quickly! I want to go back to my love, my life, my star, my little strange-eyed Ireland!

A hundred thousand kisses, darling!

JIM

#james joyce #letterstonora #love letters #lovelettersobsession

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litafficionado · 2 years

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-James Joyce, in a letter to Nora Barnacle dt. 27 October 1909

#James Joyce #Nora Barnacle #lit #letters

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bookmaven · 2 years

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“Well, it seemed like a good idea.” (Part 2)

Misleading covers aren’t limited to e-books. At least two of these are from major publishers.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (Jane Austen); WUTHERING HEIGHTS (Emily Bronte); THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES (Alfred Conan Doyle)

THE SCARLET LETTER (Nathaniel Hawthorne); THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW (Washington Irving); DUBLINERS and A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN (James Joyce)

GRAVITY’S RAINBOW (Thomas Pynchon); HAMLET (William Shakespeare); MRS. DOLLOWAY (Virginia Woolf)

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une-reveuse · 1 year

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"No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand,"

─James Joyce, from a letter to Nora Barnacie✉️💌

#james joyce #letter #letters

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fated-mates · 2 years

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Completely forgot about this! 🤭

Skip ahead to 1:01:04 and, yes, headphones in.

#james joyce #love letters #dirty talk #filthy filthy filthy #romance novel podcast #Spotify

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mentesinrecuerdos · 25 days

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No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand.

#James Joyce #poem #love #love letter

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sausage-links · 1 month

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#love letters #James Joyce #articles #love stuffs #heh heh.

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immediatesonder · 2 months

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so after some reflection of james Joyce’s letters to his wife, I have a few questions:

1. ?!! !! ??

2. Was he always like that or was it like, they’d been separated for too long and he was so down bad that anything sounded good to him? Cus he didn’t start the correspondence that nasty! It’s gradual! Was he just so so horny? Or was he a typical shit fetishist?

#james joyce #james joyce letters #literature #booklr #history

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author-mandi-bean · 7 months

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How Much Rejection is Too Much?

I’ve been thinking A LOT about rejection lately; generally because I haven’t landed a literary agent yet, and specifically because I recently received the tersest, apathetic rejection I have ever received. It was one line. All it said was, “Not for me–thanks anyway.” I suppose I should be grateful I even received a response, but it felt like a punch in the gut after all the work I spent in not…

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