Remixes Joyce's Ulysses with a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV).
Telemachusand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
I don't want to see your hands.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Telemachus | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Nestorand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
O punisht eyes, a knell to mine own refuse her proffer, lastly gave his hand.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Nestor | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Proteusand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
Why in?
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Proteus | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Calypsoand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
' Then, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Calypso | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Lotus Eatersand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
Last love, thyself away art resent still with them and turned to the ground.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Lotus Eaters | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Hadesand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
—By the gate now, Martin Cunningham explained to Hynes.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Hades | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Aeolusand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
HOW A MOST RESPECTED DUBLIN BURGESS.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Aeolous | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Lestrygoniansand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
No fear: no teeth to chewchewchew it.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Lestrygonians | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Scylla and Charybdisand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
Have you drunk the four quid?
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Scylla and Charybdis | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Wandering Rocksand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
But, Tibbie, I bought for his beard and half missed, within yourself, the moon, they must know that finer spirits cannot breathe below in human climes, and me.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Wandering Rocks | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Sirensand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
Fit as a boy in Ringabella, singing of Death, though right ahead the roaring ocean.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Sirens | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Cyclopsand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
—Death's a reformer, all men must allow.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Cyclops | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Nausicaaand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
Also the form, that hops about the chamber where I lie here awake, knowing the pearls are cooling even now.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Nausicaa | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Oxen of the Sunand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
Calf covers of pissedon green.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Oxen of the Sun | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Circeand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
(Timothy Harrington, late thrice Lord Mayor of Dublin, crossed on a Sconce's Height clapt his glad Wings, lend wings for the eye altering alters all; the glory, the Lady of Shalott.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Circe | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Eumaeusand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
Who’d have guessed?
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Eumaeus | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Ithacaand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
What facilities of a door of belief the garden?
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Ithaca | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
Penelopeand a selection of love poetry (not the same selection as in Bloom in Love I-IV):
—Yet for all their stinks after them always know who he is who is leaving your life, leave a footprint on your person my child on the pier and the new—born and the auctions in the summer and I in no 28 with the trees of frankincense; myrrh and frankincense, with all my compriments on your hotchapotch of your whiskers filling her up with it I suppose hes running wild now out at night its as hot as blazes he says is so capable and sincerely Irish he is I s l o fucked yes and how she strove to shun the heaven that leads men to cross the lines and the auctions in the world.
tags: Ulysses (novel) | James Joyce | 1922 | automatically generated text | Patrick Mooney | Penelope | love poetry | poetry | love | erotic poetry | romantic poetry
The scripts used to generate this edition of Ulysses Redux are available here.