Bloody Groundhog Day
Diary entry for 2nd February, 2008.
Celebrated Joyce's birthday in by now time-honoured fashion.
Went out to celebrate; got pissed on white wine; misquoted Ulysses in slurred tones; insulted two bully beef squaddies who, while I was searching for just that right bon mot, fetched me several blows about the head; staggered home, much the worse for wear. That's another pair of trousers beyond repair.
Can't wait for next year when I get to do it all again.
Joyce looks down from Heaven (he's very good about it, he lets God back on His throne on Sundays), shakes his head, smiles and whispers edjit.
posted by St. Anthony at Saturday, February 02, 2008
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And then, on the 5th, I celebrate Wild Bill Burroughs' birthday ... this usually entails much scag, a brace of small Arab boys, several humanoid centipedes, a cage of lemurs, a glass and a loaded pistol.
It's all go this time of year.
Good old birthday and snowdrop Jim.
Down by the Liffey, I found time for him.
Ripe in old age, he lost his sight,
But gained another,
To record the shite,
The life and dirt of it all.
Recording the shite is the duty of the artist ... one Joyce took up with enthusiasm.
What did he once say? You've no idea how wonderful dirt is.
Dear Dirty Dirt. That's what I say.
The beanster just said, 'Mummy, you're taking for really long.'
So I better stop commenting.
I'm taking for really long to say, 'Dirt'
I am very extremely sorry for taking for really long.
As long as we don't have to play William Tell in a gesture of Happy Birthdayness.
That picture does make him look a bit like Wilfrid Brambell.
Yes, and another dirty old man.
Imagine meeting you'all here (or is that U-hauldeer?)
I ate a package of seedcakes in bed(or was that a tin of Plumtrees' finest potted meats in dreads?)
Its stupidly cold here in Canada!!
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