Evolution of Place

Visiting a museum that displays artifacts from all over the world in multiple places of time is a great way to observe the evolution of place. The medieval time period for Ireland was filled with vicious Vikings who invaded the island in order to seek further control of European lands. Dublin was especially viewed as an advantageous area because of it’s access to resources and close proximity to the United Kingdom. I was surprised at how small the Viking ship display appeared because I had always envisioned massive boats charging into lands filled with natives who were brutally pillaged and torn from their homes. While I am still certain villagers feared the sight of these ships they were much similar to canoes designed by Native Americans in my opinion. The weaponry for Vikings was really brutal consisting of sharp pointed spearheads that seemed like they could do some real damage to your major arteries. It was really interesting to imagine a Viking hut existing in the exact place where I sleep at night on UCD campus, and how different the land must have looked when Vikings called it home. Walking through the Medieval Irish displays I instantly spotted the infamous harp that is a symbol across Irish culture to this day. Originating from Gaelic/Celtic culture this emblem is one of the oldest symbols from Irish history. After also having the chance to view the Book of Kells earlier on this trip, the Medieval Irish Exhibit helped tie together the history of Ireland and the clashing cultures/societies that occurred in the same place.

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A Bloomsday Odyssey

Yesterday was Bloomsday, a date for great celebration in Dublin.  Kristen and I planned a day filled with adventure, and in our attempt to follow Bloom’s footsteps, we designed our own 24 hour Odyssey (Well, technically 17 hour).  We made things additionally hard on ourselves by trying to include events from both Leopold Bloom and Stephen Dedalus’ June 16th, 1904.

Telemachus

We started the day off in Sandycove.  What a wonderful beginning!  Walking through town, we were greeted by restaurants and stores decorated for the occasion.  We also passed a group of children dressed in their Edwardian best who all wished a joyous “Happy Bloomsday!”  There was an exciting aIMG_2110ir of festivity, and it gave me a deep appreciation for a city and nation that could celebrate a work of literature with such enthusiasm.  At the Martello tower, we saw where Joyce stayed with St. John Gogarty, and where Ulysses was born.  This is also the opening scene of the novel.  From there we also visited the Forty Foot, a swimming place described in the novel.  We didn’t swim, but we did exercise our right to be there.  In Joyce’s time it would have been reserved exclusively for males, but a 1970’s “Attack of the Forty Foot Women” changed that.

Nestor

Next we walked in to Dalkey, the coastal town where Stephen Dedalus was a school teacher.  We warmed up in a little restaurant called the End Note, where we exchanged ghost stories while sipping tea with milk, the way Buck Mulligan would have insisted it be done.

Proteus

After Dalkey, we took a Dart train in to Sandymount.  Walking to and then navigating the train system was definitely a strenuous part of our odyssey.  This, in fact, was not our first time in Sandymount that day.  We had accidentally already been there once after getting on a train going in the wrong direction.  This time, however, it was our actual destination.  We walked in to town, where we happened to be arriving just in time for a presentation of 6 skits from Ulysses.  We watched Stephen walk blindly down the strand, Leopold shop for liver and explain to Molly the definition of “metempsychosis,” Bloom and Dedalus stumble drunkenly towards home, and Molly recall the day she agreed to marry Leopold (“Yes!”).  After the presentation, we went to the Sandymount Strand ourselves.  The tide was out, and it was an amazing place.  One can perhaps not understand Stephen’s walk “into eternity” without seeing the strand itself.  The packed sand stretches out almost as far as the eye can see, merging with the water and the the horizon off in the distance.  I also walked along with my eyes closed, listening to the world around me.  In some ways, it was similar to what Dedalus would have heard: the wind through the grass, the far off crashing of waves; but IMG_2200my experience was modified by the cars whooshing past and the sounds of construction not far off.  When I opened my eyes and discovered that the world was still there, I saw winding roads, towering cranes, and far in the distance a carrier ship.  At first it made me think that my experience was less authentic because there was more man-made interference, but it is not so much interference as the reality of my unique experience, instead of a failed recreation of Dedalus’.

There was much, much more to the day, but this was perhaps my favorite part.  It is also one of my favorite parts in the book (not just because it comes early on, either).

Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta! I will see if I can see.

See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.”

 

That certainly wasn’t the end of our day, but it is the end of this one!  More adventures to come!