Cleo Hanaway-Oakley

@cleohanaway.bsky.social

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Senior Lecturer, writer, thinker. Collector of autoimmune diseases. I share a birthday with James Joyce (and I quite like his books, too). Mostly a modernist. Also sensory studies, disability, and medhums.

A smiling middle aged white woman with wavy brown hair and glasses holding up a plate with a sandwich on it. Her t-shirt says Happy Bloomsday!
Cleo dressed in a shocking pink puffer coat, hood pulled up over a matching pick fleecy hat. She’s smiling and standing in front of some snow covered tree branches.
A section from my publishing contract from EUP, for my new monograph entitled James Joyce and Non-normative Vision. I have added emoji love hearts in the margins!
Photo of Cleo - a 40 year old woman with curly light brown hair wearing funky black and pink glasses and a black t-shirt with ‘1984’ written on it in gold. She is holding up a birthday card with a picture of James Joyce on it.
A glass door covered in an icy geometric, accidentally very beautiful, design. In the background you can just about make out the shape of an office chair and a pile of books.
The front cover of Alastair Noble’s artist’s book, ‘Ulixes’. It has a deep blue (with a slight purple tone) background, with white fabric crossing over it, so that it resembles (or possibly is) the Greek flag. On top of the white fabric cross is brighter white lettering which reads: ‘ULIXES’ in capital letters, echoing the font used on the cover of the 1922 edition of Joyce’s Ulysses.
Film poster for Joseph Strick’s ‘James Joyce’s Ulysses (1967)’. Bloom is holding Molly in his arms and the pull quote reads: ‘Brilliant, forceful and respectful cinema art’. The top section of the poster is in black and white and the bottom section is in blue with ‘Ulysses’ written in white.
Patient, by Cleo Hanaway-Oakley The maternity centre nurse was not amused When I tried to make light of The heavy ache I bore. ‘I’m becoming a regular’, I quipped, To still my quivering lips, To stop myself from over- Flowing with Loss. ‘Would you mind taking a seat’, she said, Next to the open window that Overlooks the playground Laden with Laughing Kids? Homes Under the Hammer hums Above the corkboard that Displays frayed bumps And fading foetuses In shadowy, Worn Wombs. ‘Yes’, I said, ‘I’ll wait’.
Photo of me, in a black swimsuit, attempting to walk across a rocky beach. The sea is in the background.
Two photos, side by side. The first features a couple kissing, sat on a large crescent moon. The second photo features the same moon, with a family of four dancing in front of it.
A photo of my sandals clad feet resting on brown and orange crunchy leaves.
Black and white photo of a nun holding a long piece of wood in her hand.