2. James Joyce, A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN

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aunty dante says i can have a blog. i dont no what to rite. daddy and i saw a moocow todaay.
posted by StevieD 7.12.84 13:45

School sucks! I got a pandy from one of the prefects today because I broke my glasses, but I didn't do it on purpose! I wanna go home.
posted by StevieD 11.04.89 16:27

YAY Father Dolan says it wasn't my fault! I still wanna go home tho. OK, gotta go for bed check. Sign the guestbook.
posted by StevieD 11.04.89 20:23

Haven't had time much to write in here since I've been at my new school. We're having a retreat till Friday and I've been thinking a lot about the girls and last summer and stuff. Don't mean to be judgmental but what I was doing when I was at home for the summer was just plain wrong. I hope
posted by StevieD 12.10.98 09:45

So far so good with the new plan. Can't write more about it now though because I have more penance to do. I really feel like I am getting to a new level with my relationship with God, but you know what they say... new level means a new devil! Call the cell if you need me.
posted by StevieD 12.11.98 08:02

OMG the priest called me in today and asked if I had had a call! I would so love to be a priest, what do you think? New plan's going great now that I know where I'm headed. Yikes, late for evening mass!
posted by StevieD 12.12.98 19:23

So I'm at Trinity now. I like it okay. I dropped the new plan though. It's pretty complicated but I guess it leads back to this argument I had the other day with Davin when he was yelling at me about not turning in my draft card. It's not that I'm anti-war, I'm anti-citizenship, I guess. I don't want to be Irish or study Irish or be Catholic and have people look at me and define me like that. I told him I wanted to "fly by those nets." Then he called me a pussy.
posted by StevieD 04.26.03 15:45

Hey guys, tell me if you think this poem is any good. I'm reeeeeeally excited about it since it's the first poem I wrote in a long time that doesn't have to do with You-Know-Who. OK, here's what I got so far:

Our broken cries and mournful lays
Rise in one eucharistic hymn.
Are you not weary of ardent ways?

While sacrificing hands upraise
The chalice flowing to the brim,
Tell no more of enchanted days.

So what do you think I should write next???
posted by StevieD 09.23.04 12:22

Met her today... in Grafton Street. The crowd brought us together. We both stopped. She asked me why I never came, said she had heard all sorts of stories about me...People began to look at us.
posted by StevieD 04.15.05 19:01

Honestly I think I'm going to give this blog up. I'm so busy these days forging in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race that I barely have time to check my e-mail. My dad's gone missing, too, and I'm going to have to go look for him in Dublin. So for the two of you that still read this, e-mail me, okay?
posted by StevieD 06.15.05 23:22

This post is dedicated to my TA for the Proust, Joyce and Faulkner course I took sophomore year. Amy V., sorry I didn't really read this book when I was supposed to. Also, you rule.

Ellen vs. the Modern Library: 39-61