bloomsday at moonmilk

For Bloomsday I made a little web machine which reads out random lines of dialog from James Joyce’s Ulysses. Leave it running all day.

It’s random but global, so everyone listening will hear the same texts at the same time.

(It seems to work best in OSX Safari, where it can find an Irish accent. In Chrome it sometimes freezes up.)

bloomsday screenshot

And some text-twisting, looking for accidental pentameter and accidental acronyms in the text of Ulysses:

I am another now and yet the same.
About a million barrels all the same.
He cried above the clatter of the wheels:
My boots were creaking I remember now.

The carriage galloped round a corner: stopped.
She was entitled to her widow’s dower
Think you’re the only pebble on the beach?
All that Italian florid music is.

Door of the stables near Cecilia street.
She had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time.
It was exactly seventeen o’clock.
Four winners yesterday and three today.

(A rocket rushes up the sky and bursts.
says is the book sensation of the year.
LYNCH: (Lifting Kitty from the table) Come!
Yet I’ve a sort a Yorkshire relish for…