Saint Patricks Day (March 17) is to the Spring Equinox, what Leopold Bloomsday's (June 16) Day is to the Summer Solstice.
When James Joyce wrote his epic Ulysses, he was doing so on behalf of the people of Dublin, whom he wanted to exalt. He wanted the people of Dublin to be immortalized, and that they assume a significance as the Seventh City, the center of the universe, the fount whence all things can come.
No one in modern literature had ever before infused a place with so much mythological and literary resonance as Joyce has done with the streets of Dublin. In that way, Dublin has become the universal city, where ancient-minded dinshenchas is refreshed in modern literature, where it is the model for how that is done.
As those who would be led along the way to Spring, will parade the streets of magic cities across the planet on Saint Patrick's Day; followers of Leopold Bloom, perambulate about imaginary Dublin landscapes, in cities across the planet, in anticipation of the great bloom, the Summer Solstice that comes a few days later.
Joyce put a baby blue cover on the first edition of Ulysses, with white lettering, to match the colors of the Greek flag. The imagery of new republics, free of monarchs, include romantic symbols of suns bursting full glory as in the summer. Patrick Pearse (Joyce's Irish Gaelic teacher for two years) immortalized the association of republican freedom and summer in the line "Anois ar theacht an t-samhraidh." These are symbols Joyce has enlivened in a down-to-earth method of myth-making. In the details of urban life, amidst the concrete, on a walk through the city, maybe with a book under-arm for inspiration, the epic awaits, and everyday everyman life can resonate through the ages for eternity with just the right attitude and mode of associative consciousness.
This all comes naturally to Joyce, and he thought to the Irish, his people. He wanted to preserve this and not let it die. He was a participant in the Celtic Renaissance in that way. His great Fenian masterpiece--Finnegans Wake--advances old Celtic thinking, what Lacan called knots, like a new language for the unconscious. Ulysses is more wakeful consciousness, awake and aware of itself in the wonderful personage of Leopold Bloom.
Joyce has given the Irish another Saint Patrick--himself--posing in the bowler cap, and assuming the name Leopold Bloom, as Leoopld Bloom, himself, assumes the name of Henry Flower.
The layers are as multitudinousa dnd balanced as the unfolding lips of a bloom that opens in golden ratio.
Saint Patrick and Leopold Bloom are ushers who open the door-day between two seasons. We herald spring and the summer with these strangely specific eve-holidays that come just before the universal solstice and equinox.
Originally published in 2010.