james joyce and watercolors
restless,
im painting a bit.
watercolors.
im always like this when it rains.
not sure why.
i keep stretching.
i love stretching.
i need to finish "the dead" by james joyce. i promised joshua.
i suppose i could do that now.
i keep putting it off. but i always go into it with the same predisposition. i dont much care for joyce. i feel like his stories never have much of a point.
of course the first one i read was "araby". and that story....well it builds up to nothing.
one could say that it demonstrates how destructive the city the protagonist goes up in is, as it basically dashes his hopes. but that, in essence, creates the character and narrator.
obviously the antagonist is dublin. they do call Dublin the "center of paralysis". it renders the hopes and dreams of the narrator hopeless and makes them sinful. the narrator's aim was to buy something for the girl he liked, which proves to be impossible in the end. he tries to get to the bazarr, doesnt make it in time, buys nothing, doesnt get girl. though, to be honest, she was simply using him.
point is....nothing. dublin is soul sucking...
i dont much care for his style of prose either.
but i will read it...i swear.
i suppose "the boarding house" wasn't so dreadful.
im painting a bit.
watercolors.
im always like this when it rains.
not sure why.
i keep stretching.
i love stretching.
i need to finish "the dead" by james joyce. i promised joshua.
i suppose i could do that now.
i keep putting it off. but i always go into it with the same predisposition. i dont much care for joyce. i feel like his stories never have much of a point.
of course the first one i read was "araby". and that story....well it builds up to nothing.
one could say that it demonstrates how destructive the city the protagonist goes up in is, as it basically dashes his hopes. but that, in essence, creates the character and narrator.
obviously the antagonist is dublin. they do call Dublin the "center of paralysis". it renders the hopes and dreams of the narrator hopeless and makes them sinful. the narrator's aim was to buy something for the girl he liked, which proves to be impossible in the end. he tries to get to the bazarr, doesnt make it in time, buys nothing, doesnt get girl. though, to be honest, she was simply using him.
point is....nothing. dublin is soul sucking...
i dont much care for his style of prose either.
but i will read it...i swear.
i suppose "the boarding house" wasn't so dreadful.