They’re a little needy.
For the Bloomsday that’s in it.
A swarm of Sirens selected by historical blogger Sibling of Daedalus.
Sibling writes:
Episode 11 of Ulyssess takes place in the Ormond Hotel where Leopold Bloom reimagines two barmaids and a lady of the night as the mermaids inducing men to their deaths in Homer’s epic, Odysseus.
To give these much-maligned, femmes fatlales their due (Siren’s Day?) behold a hand-picked collection of virtually irresistible, shore-based temptresses captured by painters through the years.
As Bloom later notess: “Beauty: it curves, curves are beauty. Shapely goddesses, Venus, Juno: curves the world admires.’
FIGHT!
From top: Henrietta Ray; Leon Auguste Adolphe Belly; William Etty; Gustav Wertheimer; Gustav Moreau; Otto Greiner; Peter von Cornelius; JW Waterhouse; Norman Lindsay; HJ Draper and Otto Greiner.
And not a drop of fake tan in sight!
Ah, if only Bloodmsday hadn’t been commandeered by old bores from Fitzwilliam and the Law Library. The original Bloomsday, namely the one created by the Baggotonians in 1953 looked far more interesting, especially the lads drunk on Sandymount Strand.
Speaking of which, when are they going to put up a plaque to the original Baggotonians outside Searsons?
I wouldn’t hold my breath for the unimaginative in Dublin City Council to do their bit….
Perhaps Broadsheet’s Mr Ryan jnr can lead the charge on this one for next year?
*1954
I don’t think Bloomsday is ‘commandeered’. It’s as good as you bother to make it.
10/10 Would paddle ashore
And ask for their hand in marriage, of course.
haha
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkIDCG6DouM
These are kind of how I imagined broadsheet when Mercille used to post.
Feminists currently in session debating how to react to this.
don’t be daft
terrified men led to thier doom but gorgeous wanton wemon
what’s wrong with that ?
love that scene with the washer wemon in “O brother ‘
As I went down to the river to pray…
Nice soundtrack.
‘They turned him into a…. horny toad.’
Am I completely mad in finding these women erotic as hell??
no they are sex on waves
Tie yourself to a lamppost!
I’ve knocked out one per pic in the last hour
That’s my nightmare sorted for tonight. Thanks.
And there’s another coming your way now, sugarcans
(I did not say sugarcans, but I’ll take it)
Sugarcans is superb. I’m adding it to my lexicon of creative insults.
I’m firmly on the side of the Muses
I feel sorry for the lamppost.
You siren you lured me into posting my reply to Barnabas to you instead!
I’m a muse
Not a Siren
I’m amused
The Sirens. Friskier than a Broadsheet on the Telly livechat.
You telling tales ?
what happens on live chat stays on live chat maaaaatttteee
If I may haiku… on Blooms day and that
It’s great that the Temple of Sound was mad back then too.
It’s good that the old ones got mad out of it once as well.
It sad there’s no buzzers anymore.
In the voice of Ken Egan
tis
The Mureau one. fifth down is lovely.
And I really like the last one but…. yer man in the bottom left, who’d be in a full frontal position, looks like someone painted shorts on him… :/
…nothing sums up the government disdain for the arts more than their willingness to exploit the wonderful cultural legacy when abroad but ignore it when at home. In any other country the Ormond Hotel would have been taken into public ownership and be recognised as a National Treasure. The Sirens episode in Ulysses was all about music and the Ormond would make a natural centre for this much neglected branch of the Arts…