I love a city that erects statues to its writers.
Even though James Joyce did most of his work abroad he casts a long shadow over Dublin. Two monuments to him are pictured here. My original plan was to visit Dublin during the summer of 2020 to attend some of the European Championship matches. Alas the pandemic suffocated that plan which would also have allowed me to have been here on June 16th, a. k. a. Bloomsday.
Big thanks to frequent commenter Pensive Poet who mentioned this statue of Oscar Wilde which I hadn’t even heard about. I think sculptor Danny Osborne absolutely captured the wit and decadence of Wilde in this work. He used different stones to add color to what are usually monochrome commemorations.
I’ve also visited Wilde’s grave in Paris and his tombstone is just as over-the-top, a twenty ton Egyptian Sphinx.
Another big thanks to frequent commenter, Bernie Bell, who mentioned a statue that the locals call the Floozie in the Jacuzzi. She’s a gorgeous personification of the River Liffey which bisects the city, named Anna Livia, after a character in Joyce’s Finnegans Wake. Check out this link to see her original installation which I think was much more pleasing.
And finally, the infamous Molly Malone statue, a. k. a. The Tart with the Cart, based on a traditional Irish song. I guess the water’s gotten to me because I was inspired to write this little quatrain:
Molly Malone’s tits are shiny
Tourists rub them for good luck
She sold cockles from the briny
Now that’s a statue I’m down to f