Tag: ulysses

• Straightener with James Joyce 

  He gave me no choice  I’m having a straightener with James Joyce He wrote Ulysses but he’s useless in the ring  Bad knees, a breeze has him dancing reels  Ineluctable modality of the visible is tested when I get physical, shots I drilled send him spilling over a table Half the man Leopold Bloom is,…

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  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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• SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS 

  I’m drinking five shots of Famous Grouse in the house before going out A whole Clapton of nose action, siúcra snout  Shout shout let it all out  Fears for tears, funeral of my held dears  His old dear now deceased  Buck Mulligan beastly dead he said about she  Come around me, Ard Rí Family hear…

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  2nd 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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