On the last day of my recent trip to Dublin, I visited Kilmainham Gaol, the old prison that was home to many Irish political prisoners during the British occupation — children as young as two-years-old to some of the most famous, including Constance Markievicz and Éamon de Valera (who would later become president of Ireland). At Glasnevin Cemetery (setting of the Hades episode of Ulysses), I visited some of their graves in addition to the grave of Joyce’s father.
The city was home to many homages to James Joyce — statues; busts; at the Little Museum of Dublin, a copy of his death mask and a first edition of Ulysses, a book most people have never read and perhaps even fewer Dubliners, “opened on the last page so that visitors may say they ‘finished’ the novel.” It was said that few Dubliners read Joyce, but many claim a degree of knowledge of his life and works.
It was at Kilmainham Gaol that I picked up this slim collection of poems inspired by Joyce, written by the likes of Patrick Kavanagh, Samuel Beckett and Jorge Luis Borges (among many others).
The collection was brimming with references to Joyce’s life and works and chock-full of Joycean wordplay. I read it on trains around London and it is now a book that like many in my library will be permanently associated with a place and a memory. Reading it when I did, where I did, was a truly joyceful occasion!