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Bloomsday comes to Orlando

June 10, 2013
james joyce

What would James Joyce do on Bloomsday? Probably go to Drunken Odyssey’s “Bloomsday Reading”

For those of us fortunate enough to live in sunny Orlando, we also find ourselves equally unfortunate enough to not live in cloud-covered Dublin, especially on Bloomsday, an annual celebration of beloved Irish writer James Joyce and his celebrated epic, Ulysses.

Traditionally, the day’s festivities include readings of Ulysses and reenactments of the novel’s events, which occur on none other than June 16, 1904. And no reasonable Irish holiday is complete without – you guessed it – getting wasted. So naturally, Dubliners spend the day venturing from pub to pub, in the good name of literature and patriotism. What else?!

So now that we’re all feeling pretty unfortunate about not being in Dublin on Bloomsday – because who wants to miss out on costumed Irishmen parading between bars all day, reciting early 20th century prose? – the luck of the Irish comes our way. Fortunately for us, this Sunday, June 16 (at 6 p.m.) marks Orlando’s second annual Bloomsday celebration. John King of the “Drunken Odyssey” podcast brings Bloomsday to the Gallery at Avalon Island in downtown, for a night filled with “the … uncensored sensations of Dublin in 1904.”

The event gathers writers, literary buffs and fun-seekers alike for Orlando’s very own Ulysses reading. Patrons looking to feel especially Irish for the Bloomsday bash might want to consider a pre-party spot at the Celt Irish Pub just next door.

And even though we don’t have the good fortune of celebrating Bloomsday in full-on Dublin fashion, at least we get to celebrate in our often bemoaned, but secretly much-appreciated Florida heat and sunshine.

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  • fuckyou

    Long-term alcohol abuse can cause a number of physical symptoms, including cirrhosis of the liver, pancreatitis,epilepsy, polyneuropathy, alcoholic dementia, heart disease, nutritional deficiencies, peptic ulcers[24] and sexual dysfunction, and can eventually be fatal. Other physical effects include an increased risk of developing cardiovascular disease, malabsorption, alcoholic liver disease, and cancer. Damage to the central nervous system and peripheral nervous system can occur from sustained alcohol consumption.

    1) drinking will not improve your ability to read ‘Ulysses’. try years of scholarship instead.
    2) learn from history. don’t repeat your inane irish fanfare and think it’s patriotic to get ‘wasted’. you people are so fucking retarded it makes my skin crawl.
    3) james joyce hates you. he knows who his readers are and who is a joke. NEVER speak his name lightly. do you think he’s some blowover you heard about in high school honors lit? you don’t know shit! you people are plumb stupid. you wanna be irish? go liberate northern ireland and end that vestige of colonialism. STOP GETTING DRUNK. oh, you don’t wanna really be irish. and you don’t really wanna read james joyce. YOU DON’T REALLY UNDERSTAND SUFFERING.
    4) noob….(yeah, i’ve studied joyce and been to dublin and know more about it than anyone reading this so piss off! another literary immortal thrown under the wheels for your salacious appetite of the roman fuck-queens).

  • The Artist

    Unfortunately, far too many of us now understand suffering. We had the misfortune of suffering through your insufferable post. In fact, I find myself reaching for the bottle after reading this pseudo-intellectual, rambling bullshit.

    You’ve been to Dublin, eh? Well, guess what – NO ONE GIVES A SHIT.

    For those reading, albeit late, James Joyce loves you. The best writers and poets were drunks. If Joyce were alive today, he’d undoubtedly give this miserable cunt of a fellow a wedgie.

    Maybe I shall venture out this evening and over several pints of Guinness, speak Joyce’s name lightly and whimsically during casual banter.

    If this post was actually made in sardonic jest, I apologize. It is rather hard to discern.

    Now if you’ll excuse me, I am off to whet my whistle….