Showing posts with label Leopold Bloom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leopold Bloom. Show all posts

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Hill Dweller




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Bloom the great weapon of punishment
glutton for penance shining music like light
the dropping of pins distracts us from the morning opera
about the destruction of kisses amongst the dying clockwork.
Still, the kneeling eunuch is made an example of
naked but for his rising hat
chanting for his empty phallus dead in
his long hand.
looking down on the excuse of cards
the shame of failure the fall from grace the
curious voice of the long-forgotten bone.
The gospel is art and the confession,
the sin.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Fantasism

This is a dream sequence
A player (Brian Dennehy) he has several parts:
Bloom and Daedalus
Boylan and me.
Out to the tower- a man in a chicken suit
Morgan on the cheap

of course, this is nonsense- this is madness- I don't need to tell you!

All these men set out to sea
in little paper boats
No wonder there are so many memorials

Saturday, May 24, 2008

LargeDoor

Set back, Heroes, no one cares!
There were women, here, once.
Now the circus is full of rats and bats and roaches,
but the mice retain control

A dark, tiny-titted world- shrivelled and nipple-less
where the warriors suck at the hind, dry one-
re pleat with falling teeth and shifting hairpiece-
the comb over is truly attractive, yes?
Leopold Bloom and Mack the Knife make their rounds
in the rain it all looks like lonely love


Yes. We have mistaken mania for genius and silence for wisdom.