Tag: james joyce

• Paris Scrapping

  In Paris it’s hot today  On the cans all day Say sorry what mate  What did you say? Push you away  Yeah, get your mate Take my place Shield my face Shout GET THEM HEMINGWAY Set him straight  Know for whom the bell tolls  Hit him a belt, skyward ten toes  He went down axed…

  alchemisland

  5th Jun 2024

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• Barfight Bardfight 

  In a dingy bar A Spaniard plays guitar Songs a scorpion would enjoy Light here is bad  Windows barred  No thoughts, just noise One more frosty, no choice. In the loud crowd a mind among them, mind mine the mindingplace of my me, quiet as Clonmacnoise Before brinebopping Viking boys quintupled their need for graves…

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  5th Jun 2024

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• Bloomsday

  By choice A lifetime reading Ulysses Still utterly clueless, please James Joyce Dim my agenbite of inwit, we are dimwits To your deft pen, limn rift trip a dram sipper Nora bottom red be a slipper, Barnacle farty arse Stitched up like a Kipper His secrets, sutured fissure gone with the name of Jack the…

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  5th Jun 2024

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• A sense of subtext

  Her swan hand banded with opal and topaz, straddled a gilt carafe Her neck like a pale giraffe emeralds green as glass glinting like egyptian caskets Elastics fasten her hair into exotic fashions, her architect an artist of passions Her tacit manner, a taciturn mná, she is hewn with many facets  Even the bold are…

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  21st May 2024

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• James Joyce Vampire Direction

  Thanatological inclinations push me from my bed Sanguine susurrations, your blood sings to my head My patience like thinning mercury, my tightening grip Orgiastic flashes of wounds and dripping whips When I’m done his blood gets drained Leave bleak crime scenes men get insaned His claws brandished but his body maimed Bellied blood swims, his…

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  7th Nov 2023

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