June 16, 2015
Here’s to – Nora the barnacle goose – Skin-the-Goat – the giggle fit of bronze by gold – the blind stripling piano tuner tap tap tapping along – the dog’s rag of wolf’s tongue redpanting from his jaws- Stephen deep in thought strolling on Sandymount Strand – socks with skyblue clocks, jaunty – Plumtree’s Potted […]
November 30, 2014
a melting dreamscape of wordmusic
December 7, 2013
Early on in Ulysses, when Mr. Bloom sits down to his breakfast of pan seared kidney, we see him: chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat.
June 16, 2013
Every year I insert one new line into my Bloomsday Toast: Here’s to – Nora the barnacle goose – Skin-the-Goat – the giggle fit of bronze by gold – the blind stripling piano tuner tap tap tapping along – the dog’s rag of wolf’s tongue redpanting from his jaws- Stephen deep in thought strolling on […]
May 25, 2013
Hauled stark over the gunwale he breathes upward the stench of his green grave, his leprous nosehole snoring to the sun. Genius, yes. To be read while dining, no.
February 2, 2013
His blued feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck. Folks, that’s what a fragment of genius looks like all wrote down particular.
January 19, 2013
Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand, a rag of wolf’s tongue redpanting from his jaws. This sentence has the capacity to make one feel that one should put one’s pencil down and toss one’s scribbles into the fire and go sit quietly by the sea.
June 16, 2012
BLOOMSDAY TOAST Here’s to – Nora the barnacle goose – Skin-the-Goat – the giggle fit of bronze by gold – the blind stripling piano tuner tap tap tapping along – Stephen deep in thought strolling on Sandymount Strand – socks with skyblue clocks, jaunty – Plumtree’s Potted Meats, which can make of each home an […]
September 13, 2011
Here we have a crude illustration as to why the sentence closing the Nestor chapter in James Joyce’s ULYSSES is the loon’s favorite sentence ever written. The sentence is the nearly blind Irishman’s way of boasting, “Oh, by the way, I can do this.” Well, what is the sentence? The sentence goes thusly: ‘On his […]
September 9, 2009
Presentation Some commotion. Enough to be noticed. Small crowd gathering in front of the cottage at the edge of the shire. The door to the cottage open for the first time in collective memory. “There’s a tunnel below, that’s what.” “Naw, a burrow to the back, I heared tell.” “Be it cakes or bread, one […]