8 HAIKU AFTER ULYSSES, BLOOMSDAY

  1 Nimbly leaping, Wing-like hands all fluttering. The forty-foot hole. 2 Make room in the bed Said he with key now at hand And plump body plunged. 3 Tell him she says but What can he do, if not smoke? Life’s not a rose bed. 4 Lethargy. Flowers. The air feeds most. Sensitive. Botanic […]

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POSTS AND PINS, LOTUS EATERS, BLOOMSDAY

  Are there any letters for me? Soldiers eyes watch from behind dead frames while he assumes to be a flower. Henry hopes and hosts thoughts of other blooms like his wife back in bed eating bread and singing of other men. Leo sent lines off to lift temperatures naughty he is beyond his Molly- […]

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BLOOMSDAY; A BIT OF ULYSSES TRIP AROUND DUBLIN

  James Joyce Martello Tower, Sandycove, opening of Ulysses, Telemachus- with Stephen, Buck, Haines and the Milk Woman The Forty Foot, from the opening chapter The Door of Eccles Street, home to Leopold and Molly Bloom now in the James Joyce Museum Sandymount and Strand from Proteus with Stephen Dedalus Formerly the spot of Nelson’s […]

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FOR BREAKFAST, FOUND POEM FOR BLOOMSDAY

  Relish inner organs, beasts and fowl- roast heart, slices of all kidneys. In the kitchen, breakfast, light and air, out of doors, everywhere peckish. Coals reddening. Sideways, squat. Soon. Mouth dry. A leg with tail, on high, fire. Lithe black form- sleek hide, white butt. She understands. She wants. She can jump her nature- […]

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CALYPSO, AFTER ULYSSES, BLOOMSDAY

  Transmigration. Reincarnation. All things come round again. Stale smells fester like ripened leftovers behind unopened windows, taunt like tips of teased letters pressed under brazened pillow. Downstairs, black beast devours burnt flesh in the kitchen next to the faint flavourings of a urine scented kidney. Scald the kettle, she calls and he does, doesn’t […]

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TELEMACHUS BY THE 40FT, BLOOMSDAY

  Dreams are big black cats. There are ghouls that come in waves, the Sea- a grey sweet mother snot green, scrotum tightening, come and look, smell- wax and rosewood in the distance, death has not yet departed. Waves rise along rock, bile is collected in china plate. The sea is grey, the china white, […]

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UP IN DUBLIN, LITERARY GHOSTS

The door from 7 Ecceles street which Joyce made into a home for Leopold Bloom in his novel Ulysses  Haiku poetry based on Ulysses  James Joyce Sweny Druggist in Dublin, featured in the novel Ulysses Exterior of Blooms Hotel, Dublin  The Dublin Writers Museum  Beckett, Shaw, Wilde, Joyce, Behan, Yeats, Kavanagh, O’Brien… Samuel Beckett Bram […]

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