Passage through a night in the “ seemetary ” moreover palpably embeds in human experience a sense of what it is to fall down “ dead to the world ” and to undergo a spectral transit through a dark “ noughttime ” at whose sunstruck latter end, after encountering shades and shadows and sometimes harrowing hell, one hurls back an immobilizing rock and undergoes a resurrection of the body into the sun’s day, at the pearly gates of dawn, under an eastering blade of matitudinal light : “ Array ! Surrection ! ”
— John Bishop —
from : Joyce’s Book of the Dark : Finnegans Wake
*[ WSB ].
Occupation : Poet . 