Bloomsday got my summer mapped out. I perambulated New York, as though it were Dublin, reading bits of Ulysses aloud in Manhattan like Walt Whitman spouting poetry through Brooklyn, compacting the universe into one good day, like yesterday.
Leopold Bloom walks through Dublin seeing-through grand mythologies and exalting contemporary details mythologically. He stops in church and admires the spiel and razzle dazzle techniques of the priest, comfortably subsuming Catholic enormity into the integrity of his own honestly un-awed interpretation. And he finds madonnas for worship and wonders worthy of the saints that causes him to burst with the holy spirit on a Dublin beach.
The debasement of sacred things is redeemed by the exaltation of common wonders. The two meet in the paragraphs of Ulysses. Stephen Dedalus walks along Sandymount strand, blind, beholding immortal signs all about him; Leopold Bloom is walking towards him, admiring shop signs and newspaper headlines in words that will echo for all time from the 20th century to the future. When they collide everything collapses, before it is put back together.
The putting back together happens at the end of the book. Stephen Dedalus is drunk, and is helped to recover in the kitchen of his fatherly friend Leopold Bloom. In Bloom's kitchen, with Leopold's wife upstairs in the bed, thinking and touching herself, building up, yes, her ecstatic finish in the last chapter.
Before this, Leopold and Stephen must put the world back together, and make sense from the mad hatter they just unleashed upon civilization in the chapter before in Nighttown, an area of Dublin ruled by the Greek goddess Circe who turns men into pigs.
The world Leopold and Stephen reconstruct resolves civilization from Irish and Jewish perspectives that are grounded in old learning traditions that Joyce teaches us to respect together.
Leopold plays the Jewish rabbi, Stephen the Irish culdee. The form of this dialogue is on one level a conversation between father and son after a late night of drinking, it is between Jew and Gael and it is written in the structure of the Catholic Catechism. The chapter is called Ithaca, and Hilary Mhic Suibhne has found the perfect excerpt to summarize the overarching affinity from ancient literature between these two figures who are intimate human beings to us, and who are representatives, on a very big level, of their peoples.
From James Joyce's Ulysses, Ithaca episode, speaking of the Jews and the Irish across a time-span from the ancient to the modern, from the fall of Babel, to the aspirations of each people to attain the protections of nationhood in the new age:
What points of contact existed between these languages and between the peoples who spoke them?
The presence of guttural sounds, diadritic aspirations,epenthetic and servile letters in both languages: their antiquity, both having been taught on the plain of Sinar 242 years after the deluge in the seminary instituted by Fenius Farsaigh, descendant of Noah, progenitor of Ireland: their archaeological, genealogical, hagiographical, exegetical, homiletic, toponomastic, historical and religious literatures comprising the works of rabbis and culdees, Torah, Talmud ( Mischna and Ghemara), Massor, Pentateuch, Book of the Dun Cow, Book of Ballymote, Garland of Howth, Book of Kells: their dispersal, persecution, survival and revival: the isolation of their synagogical and ecclesiastical rites in ghetto (S. Mary’s Abbey) and masshouse( Adam and Eve’s tavern) the proscription of their national costumes in penal laws and Jewish dress acts: the restoration in Chanah David of Zion and the possibility of Irish political autonomy or devolution.
Irish and Hebrew are guttural languages. They are old. The Gaelic Irish have a story from the Tower of Babel. Fenius Farsaigh, the poet who is Ireland's progenitor, crafted Gaelic from the languages of the conflation, as a Hebrew poet once so did also. Both Irish and Jews were oppressed, and their wish to restore Israel and Ireland as homelands of the Irish and Jewish people respectively, is based on something Leopold and Stephen discussed in Dublin on June 16th 1904, very late at night, a little drunkenly, in Bloom's kitchen, but with utmost mutual respect, while Molly waited upstairs, thinking, and reaching the bliss points of yes.
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