Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Damn! I Missed Bloomsday

So we had better let the young prodigies take the field.
All that he has to say makes sense but maybe he could now say too that Joyce was a neuroscientist!

This, Joyce says, is the broth of thought, the mind before punctuation, the Jamesian stream of consciousness rendered on the page. We now take the messiness of the mind for granted - at any given moment, you are a bundle of stray associations and fleeting sensations, bound together by the glue of attention - but it took an artist to reveal just how disordered and confused our inner thoughts actually are.

Dead right, man!


Post a Comment

<< Home