James Joyce

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Monday, January 21, 2008

Spindlewood

his grandfather roughed in the staves, then planed
the end of the stool, wicker soft as calf’s tongue, his hands
bled through with sweat and plumb chalk, finished wood
and oil, and the smell of coffer’s tobacco and mint

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Youlysend to

...you offered me goatsmilk off the bulb of your tongue, youlystened to the scolding in my heart; you shared bread and Whiskey, you chased the surplices from my thoughts. I wrapped you in sailcloth and tears, cinching my arms round the corset of your hips. We stopped our ears with paraffin, the masthead tight between our legs, your eyes two green skips of coral, mine beery with fret. Be there one god or many, gods’speed and milk.

A-What's that?
B-Over here?
A-There…
B- I can’t see…
C- Over there?
D-I can’t…
E- See?
F-Yes…
G-At all?
H-Some…some…
I- Over here, look this way.
J- Away from there?
K-Over there.
L- Here?
M-There, here…there the same…
N- Oh.
O-Yes…
P- The same?
Q- As there…yes…identical, the same.
R- There or here, the same…yes?
S- Absolutely…identical…
T- The same, then…?
U-Yes…
V- Yes…
W-Oh…
X- See?