on this nightly quisquiquock of the twelve apostrophes

Kris has been kindly nudging me to contribute to 12 Apostrophes for quite some time and I have held out till now. I thought why not give recognition where recognition is due and post something about the man who gave this webpage its name, one James Joyce. And what better day then Bloomsday, June 16th   (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloomsday) to celebrate the work of the man and give a shout out to one of my favorite authors.
 

Now, I could be mistaken and Kris and Donnie please correct me if I am, the name for the webpage/literary movement came from a random flip and point through Joyce’s Finnegan’s Wake and chance, fate, the hand of God drew your hands to this quote:
 

“The echo is where in the back of the wodes; callhim forth!                   
    (Shaun Mac Irewick, briefdragger, for the concern of Messrs            
Jhon Jhamieson and Song, rated one hundrick and thin per                    
storehundred on this nightly quisquiquock of the twelve apos-                
trophes, set by Jockit Mic Ereweak. He misunderstruck and aim           
for am ollo of number three of them and left his free natural ri-               
postes to four of them in their own fine artful disorder.)”
 

An apt quote in my opinion since there is nothing quite like “fine artful disorder” to make a creative venture work.
 

So, here is a first entry of sorts. Drink some Guinness and celebrate Joyce and his work.

 
 

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