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Next I hop in a cab and head to Kensington to admire Holland Park, a tranquil delight and a convenient introduction to the work of England's greatest gardener, Lancelot "Capability" Brown.
March 17, 2009
Today is the day I forego my native bourbon for Irish whisky and turn to what I love most about Ireland.
"Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed."
James Joyce is a fine place to start.
I gingerly open "Ulysses" and read a few pages, but I don’t despair if the meaning is still elusive.
The great author himself used to tell reporters that his work was difficult enough “to keep the critics busy for 300 years."
You can always re-read his short stories in “the Dubliners” or go to “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.”
“The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.”
The great Irish poets.
William Butler Yeats is the first volume I pick up and flip a page open to anywhere and find “The Lake Isle of Innisfree.”
“I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.”
Sean O’Casey was the first playwright to write about the Dublin working classes. He was also, something fairly rare among Irish writers, an optimist. In “Blasts and Benedictions,” he talks about loss, bitter, hurtful loss, then ends with this:
“...Yet, even so, each of us, one time or another, can ride a white horse, can have rings on our fingers and bells on our toes, and, if we keep our senses open to the scents, sounds, and sights all around us, we shall have music wherever we go.”
I also like what he said upon meeting Oscar Wilde. "I never before heard a man talking with perfect sentences, as if he had written them all over night with labour and yet all spontaneous.”
Oscar Wilde, born in Dublin, complained that he couldn’t describe action to save his soul. So his characters would sit and make pronouncements and then stand and make pronouncements.
But what pronouncements.
From "The Picture of Dorian Gray,” his only novel.
“To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable… a map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing.”
Samuel Beckett from “Endgame,” where almost no one is capable of making decisions, and almost nothing happens, but his sense of the absurd is always well, absurd.
Nagg: Can you hear me?
Nell: Yes. And you?
Nagg: Yes. (Pause) Our hearing hasn’t failed.
Nell: Our what?
Nagg: Our hearing.
I should stop now, because the more writers I talk about, the more I realize I will leave out.
Fortunately, I have you to fill in the chasms.
So, maybe, hoist a jar or two to some of the luminaries that defined this magical Isle. And more than a llittle bit of life, in the bargain.
Happy St. Pat's, everyone.
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