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@james-joyce.bsky.social
Dubliner singer who writes infinite books.
Sep. 5, 1909 - letter to Nora
Guide me, my saint, my angel. Lead me forward. Everything that is noble and exalted and deep and true and moving in what I write comes, I believe, from you. O take me into your soul of souls and then I will become indeed the poet of my race.
Guide me, my saint, my angel. Lead me forward. Everything that is noble and exalted and deep and true and moving in what I write comes, I believe, from you. O take me into your soul of souls and then I will become indeed the poet of my race.
September 5, 2024 at 12:42 PM
Sep. 5, 1909 - letter to Nora
Guide me, my saint, my angel. Lead me forward. Everything that is noble and exalted and deep and true and moving in what I write comes, I believe, from you. O take me into your soul of souls and then I will become indeed the poet of my race.
Guide me, my saint, my angel. Lead me forward. Everything that is noble and exalted and deep and true and moving in what I write comes, I believe, from you. O take me into your soul of souls and then I will become indeed the poet of my race.
Sep. 3, 1909 - letter to Nora
Love is unhappy / when love is away
Love is unhappy / when love is away
September 3, 2024 at 8:54 PM
Sep. 3, 1909 - letter to Nora
Love is unhappy / when love is away
Love is unhappy / when love is away