 Dublin's bid for the European capital city of culture, Dublin2020, asked me to write a piece for them about Dublin's great writing culture as part of #TeamDublin. Organically, Bloomsday became my inspiration: a tradition begun in 1954 by madcap writers Flann O'Brien, Patrick Kavanagh and Anthony Cronin, who went on a rambling piss-up across the city to memorable sites from Joyce's Ulysses.
It has become a much larger affair today. Three drunken Irishmen have grown into three million drunken Irishfolk (and then some), not just across the capital city but all across Ireland and amongst the ex-pats and Joyce fans across the world. Today is the one day of the year that people take off their running leggings and wear actual clothes. It is also the one day of the year that people eat liver for breakfast willingly, like brussel sprouts on Christmas. The piece I wrote is a short vignette somewhere between a poem and a short story: a newish discipline that's commonly referred to as flash fiction, perfect for the Twitter era, and your coffee break. Read it here. Enjoy, and happy #Bloomsday2015. @rmclarke_
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