Oh I appreciate the choice of James Joyce’s stream of consciousness. What I like is that it was an attempt at a raw exploration of mind but that wasn’t necessarily held to Freudian ideas and yet recognized the power of the exploration of the mind-as-it-presents itself, challenging the reader.  It’s like sets of puzzle pieces from different sets that don’t quite fit together all presented as if they should and yet they might not. The distinction between inner and outer reality is blurred or non-existent as well. It is a great example of modernist creations the have the boldness to forge new paths putting out things that would seem to not fit and might not fit yet giving the reader as participant an opportunity to bring their own selves into the process and work with it more directly than a solely objective text. 

Oh I appreciate the choice of James Joyce’s stream of consciousness. What I like is that it was an attempt at a raw exploration of mind but that wasn’t necessarily held to Freudian ideas and yet recognized the power of the exploration of the mind-as-it-presents itself, challenging the reader.

It’s like sets of puzzle pieces from different sets that don’t quite fit together all presented as if they should and yet they might not. The distinction between inner and outer reality is blurred or non-existent as well. It is a great example of modernist creations the have the boldness to forge new paths putting out things that would seem to not fit and might not fit yet giving the reader as participant an opportunity to bring their own selves into the process and work with it more directly than a solely objective text.

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