Happy Bloomsday!

Today, June 16, is Bloomsday, the day upon which the action of James Joyce's epoch-making novel Ulysses takes place. That means that all over the English-speaking world people will be reading aloud from the book, enjoying gorgonzola sandwiches, and generally commemorating Joyce, the novel, and Ireland.

Those on campus here today can join the festivities at our Rare Book and Manuscript Library. I'm pasting in the event announcement here, but you should also click through the link above for information on other exhibitions and events.

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BLOOMSDAY
A Collaboration of the Rare Book & Manuscript Library
and the
Literatures & Languages Library

June 16, 2011 3pm-5pm

A Festival of Joycean Revelry:
Musics, Speaks, Drinks and Eeks

Rare Book & Manuscript Library ‖ Room 346 University Library ‖1408 West Gregory Drive ‖ Urbana Illinois

Bronze by gold heard the hoofirons,
steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn. Chips, picking chips off rocky
thumbnail, chips. Horrid! And gold flushed more. A husky fifenote blew. Blew. Blue bloom is on the. Goldpinnacled
hair. A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin, rose of Castile. Trilling, trilling: Idolores. Peep! Who’s in the... peepofgold? Tink cried to bronze in
pity. And a call, pure, long and throbbing. Longindying call. Decoy. Soft word. But look: the bright stars fade. Notes chirruping answer. O rose! Castile. The morn is breaking. Jingle jingle jaunted
jingling. Coin rang. Clock clacked. Avowal. Sonnez. I could. Rebound of garter. Not leave thee. Smack. La cloche! Thigh smack. Avowal. rm. Sweetheart, goodbye! Jingle. Bloo. Boomed crashing chords. When love absorbs. War! War! The tympanum. A
sail! A veil awave upon the waves. Lost. Throstle fluted. All is lost now. Horn. Hawhorn. When first he saw. Alas! Full tup. Full throb. Warbling. Ah, lure! Alluring. Martha! Come! Clapclap. Clipclap. Clappyclap. Goodgod henev erheard inall. Deaf bald Pat brought pad knife took up. A moonlit nightcall: far,
far. I feel so sad. P. S. So lonely blooming.Listen! The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the? Each, and for other, plash and silent roar. Pearls: when she. Liszt’s rhapsodies. Hissss. You don’t? Did not: no, no: believe: Lidlyd. With a cock with a carra. Black. Deepsounding. Do, Ben, do. Wait while you wait. Hee hee. Wait while you hee. But wait! Low in
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