Saturday, November 08, 2008

Singer Will Young is reading Ulysses



Yes. It's something he feels he must do. But it's hard-going, he admits.

Bello to Bloom: "What else are you good for, an impotent thing like you? (He stoops and, peering, pokes with his fan rudely under the fat suetfolds of Bloom's haunches.) Up! Up! Manx cat! What have we here? Where's your curly teapot gone to or who docked it on you, cockyolly? Sing, birdy, sing. It's as limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind a cart. Buy a bucket or sell your pump. (Loudly.) Can you do a man's job?"

I shall ask Will what he made of it all. Ten years from now. After all, Anything Is Possible.

4 comments:

stella polari said...

hows the soot?

Duralex said...

He's a cute gay guy, but what he sings is what I use to call "chewing gum for the ears". Manufactured and boring.

Duralex said...

PS : Oh, and I doubt "Ulysses" could do him any good. He should try Sacher-Masoch instead. Do you know SM is Marianne Faithfull's great-great uncle ? Funny.

Madame Arcati said...

Dear Stella, Soot is v demanding and manipulative but utterly seductive.

as for Will's music I tend to agree with Duralex on this one but the song choice was a nice segue - a new blogging concept. As for SM - no, I didn't know and am none the wiser.