"—A day of dappled seaborne clouds The phrase and the

>>9186032
>"—A day of dappled seaborne clouds
Damnit. That's nearly my own

>What did he mean by this?
He's describing a myopic introvert's revelry in the days ambience, I believe. Perhaps I'm taking it out of context.

>>9186032
Fuck. I know Joyce is a fucking institution, but the modernists have not aged well. Very flowery and pretentious. I cringed when I re-read a portrait of the artist as a young man. Even the title makes me laugh now.

>>9186168
lol

>>9186168
>Joyce le pretenshush
Shutup, faggot.

>>9186168
kys my good man

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>>9186168
So you don't like reading.

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>>9186168
I agree. People try too much in general.

>>9186168
Portrait wasn't that good by his standards. His only works worth reading are Ulysses and Dubliners.

>>9186168
>he didn't start with the Greeks, resume with the Romans and detour to Dante

>>9186217
Yeah, why can't we all just be casual aloof too cool for school writers who live to be noticed for our nonchalance?

>>9186233
Finnegan was the greatest achievement in 20th century art whether you like it or not.

>>9186168
He has DEFINITE great verbal talent, and it's even evident in Portrait, but I agree it was overdone and pretentious. An author can be good but still overdo it. Ulysses is the best because he wasn't taking himself seriously while writing it, and in fact may have been going somewhat insane as he was writing it in a very controlled artistic way... Dubliners I like too because it's far more "serious" and sad and poignant than Ulysses but manages to not be stuck up like Portrait is. Portrait is really pretentious, not gloomy or sad or poignant, but cornily Nietzschean.

The OP's passage shows verbal talent as I said but is kinda pretentious. Portrait still strikes me wrong, and Nabokov didn't like it either IIRC.

>>9186060
It was so much better when you were gone

>>9186519
>Portrait is really pretentious, not gloomy or sad or poignant, but cornily Nietzschean.

but that was before "he knew" he would write Ulysses right? It was the scary struggle of being a young artist. Unsure if you will make it as an artist, or have to work in the factory and daily watch your artistry flutter by your mind unable to capture it all. He didnt "know" at that point that he would write what is considered one of the best novels ever written... at least I dont think. So in one sense he was psyching himself up, and at the same time, trying to 'make success' right then and there. Like try to go from a struggling artist to a successful artist, by making your artwork the expression of you struggling as an artist, in hopes to prove you can transcend that struggle, at least what I quickly perceive of this.

>>9186677
k

>>9186032
>than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?

I still dont really know what he meant by this:

Either he may gain more pleasure from the inner world, and how words come to him from inside? more than describing things outside... pretty much foreshadowing ulysses and FW style?

And/or he was relating how the emotions came to him inside, as if they were sentences themselves, with their periods, and own 'feeling' language?

It is a confusing sentence, what exactly he meant there. But the first half and everything I do dig the word choices, the describing things about with the colors and nature things.

>>9186519

Wrong. Portrait is way more self-aware than you think. Remember that he wrote it *after failing as a poet.* The whole "forge in the smithy of my soul" thing is metatextually ironic. Joyce knows that S.D. won't succeed.

>>9188266
That's even worse iMO, to write a whole book that ironically.

In fact, I think you're wrong.

>>9188266
>Joyce knows that S.D. won't succeed.
Portrait, is Joyce, as SD (and Joyce)(as SD was still around in Ulysses) attempting to succeed, while expressing the difficulties, struggles, uncertainties, of attempting and struggling to succeed. (which I guess is what you meant by metatextually)(but, SD does succeed... as he was present in Ulysses, and who do you think wrote FW?)

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>>9188266
Holy shit...
Portrait Published: 29 December 1916
Ulysses Published: in the American journal The Little Review from March 1918 to December 1920
and then published in its entirety in Paris by Sylvia Beach on 2 February 1922, Joyce's 40th birthday.

He was right on his own heels. But yeah, SD is his as maybe the quote of OP alludes, the eternal, idealistic, childish aesthete, spiritual, pure, poet in him, and well, it was him at that point reflecting on his past?