My Own Private Ulysses:
“Why the Shakespearean Sonnet?”
Confession time: James Joyce first stole my mind,
And history rhymes, so I too, steal in kind.
I craved crown jewels, so I snatched Shakespeare’s purse!
Entrapped by Will’s penitentiary of verse…
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My Own Private Ulysses:
“Why the Shakespearean Sonnet?”
…Delighted by my derring-do crime spree,
I craved crown jewels, so I snatched Shakespeare’s purse!
A sudden switcheroo: Now I’m not free
Entrapped by Will’s penitentiary of verse…
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My Own Private Ulysses:
“Why the Shakespearean Sonnet?”
…And my next victim: crazy Ezra Pound,
I smashed and grabbed his spanking new haiku.
Don’t blame me, what goes around comes around,
He robbed the old and claimed to, “Make it New…
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My Own Private Ulysses:
“Why the Shakespearean Sonnet?”
Here’s how my sonnet psychosis was born:
‘Gainst Hemingway I did commit a crime.
His gem, “For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn,”
I stole it. Then I shined it up with rhymes.
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Dive into the life and legacy of Arthur Griffith with the launch of Cut & Paste No. 9.
Join us at the James Joyce Centre on Tuesday, 31 March at 12pm for the launch of the 9th volume of Cut & Paste: Remembering Arthur Griffith with guest speaker Bryan Dobson.
The event is free but booking is essential:
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My Own Private Ulysses:
On the Wall of a Museum #6
Today’s Ezraku:
On the Wall of a Museum #6
Momma’s mouthless ass-whipping in a well-lighted room:
Sex switcheroo of a Bello-blighted Bloom.
Art by Noah Davis
Bad Boy for Life, 2007
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My Own Private Ulysses: Megalomania at Martello
Malachi “Buck” Mulligan, the rottenest roommate in Dublin, has kicked off the day, and the book, by profanely pantomiming the Catholic Mass. Page one, and Joyce has already sent the pious half of the crowd sprinting for the exits.
My Own Private Ulysses:
“Let my epitaph be. Kraaaaaa. Written. I have.
Pprrpffrrppffff.
Done.” - Ulysses, James Joyce
On the Wall of a Museum #5
Bonnard’s unabridged backside to words spoken:
Bloom’s wind instrument, finally broken.
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My Own Private Ulysses:
Joyce-heads deserve their own collective noun:
Conspiracy and Cauldron, Clutch and Crash!
And Cowardice and Cackle, Cast and Cloud!
And that’s not all the Cs, there’s a whole cache.
In kangaroo courts, are pet names allowed?
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My Own Private Ulysses:
Forever drinking, yet they never drown,
Joyceans deserve their collective noun!
A Menace or a Murder sounds correct,
Intrusion fairly fits their foul aspect…
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My Own Private Ulysses:
On the Wall of a Museum #4
“Come along, Stephen, the professor said. That is fine, isn’t it? It has the prophetic vision. Fuit Ilium! The sack of windy Troy. Kingdoms of this world.” - Ulysses, James Joyce
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