For me, I always imagine Joyce’s spectacles. And a hat. Next, in this subliminal carousel of images and influences, is Nora, walking, passionate letters and the European continent. So, imagine my surprise when dancing – dancing! – entered the mix.
Melancholic Celts surrounded by happy Spanish people… ah, it’ll be grand.
Normally, I give context to the piece. This time, I’ll let the poem speak for itself.