After Ulysses (14.03.2012 8:29)
1 Mr Stephen Dedalus
In name of eggs and blood and ouns,
Thou, Uebermench, please shield thy wounds
while purple waving sea decides
where is the water, where is th’ wine.
2 Mr Deasy
Alas, the fox which'd reached the pier
like harlot cries but no-one hears.
Don’t riddle, recto, rocky road!
The order will not be restored.
3 Featherbed Mountain
A brood of dogs had marked lagoon
and crackling pass to mildest tomb.
Nor bitter flesh of seashore horse,
nor romping airs are sweet to corpse.
4 The Nymph in the bedroom
Voglio Erin whose name’s so nice,
to pinch her cheeks, to kiss her eyes.
But that’s too late to beg or squeal
“heygho-heiwhore” tolls splendid steel.
5 Mr Bloom taking Bath
No iron nails no pins have roses
but orangeflower had been chosen
that slightly glum and languid morning
and horses tried to neigh “good mourning”.
6 Mr John O'Connell
The day is last in lively pomp.
Toad cannot fix a soul or pump
and hope is vain to find insides
as long as Deathmoth’s wings will sigh.
7 Mr Myles Crawford
The sharp hall sing aloud meanwhile
sryhpeZ that blow are mean and vile.
laitseleC marble’s cruel a bit
and vestals igorous vindeed.
8 Mr Bloom at Davy Byrne's pub
A moon and sun like twins appear.
A gull and pigeon search for meal.
A hole has hose, a stick has boy,
and buzz have flies while licking joy.
9 Mr Stephen Dedalus in the National Library of Ireland
Midway of trip a rueful knight
bewares of youth in present life,
a handyman from vale of woe
meets gaily him and forth they go.
10 Dublin and its inhabitants
Stood to attention all the men,
spake French or Latin on demand.
A crumpled throwaway drifted worse
in sewage of thoughts ‘bout spun remorse.
11 Ms Douce and Ms Kennedy
‘Twas twain of bronze and gold anear.
A tuning fork and tank with ear
joined jingling jar while jinks were passing
a ranging Bob and blaring farthing.
12 Mr Citizen
A juiceous giant fruit bewept
o’er quarry or o’er portered bed.
Innumerouslabios lilacfall
and salvofbiscuit cannonball.
13 Ms Gerty McDowell
A peaceful eve embracing strand
and doorless wall of shifting sand.
A tiny bat flits to and fro
w’th no meeting any contretemps.
14 Mrs Mina Purefoy’s childbirth
Thus saith a plural “more” the ox,
..bearth death to keep terrific talks.
The hope for light shall flood the world
but blooming sun’s forever fouled.
15 Mr Bello
KITHOGUE (ingratiatingly): ‘Tis frivol fracture, sir Virag…
AURORA BOREALIS (impatiently): On dress of virgo, of intact..?
GHOUL (immodesty): On foetus’s misdemeanor, ma'am!
A CHOIR OF SINS AND VIRTUES (discordantly): Eccol! Tara! La ci darem!!!
16 Sirrahztif Taog-eht-Niks Rm
euqitna aibohpomhcia eht
kcirt gniciojed kaew teiuq syalp
yrtrav fo sretaw gnilbmum rev'o
"eemzov trihs" gniyas ylls'u yeht
17 7 Eccles Street, Dublin
And now? Allow to sing aloud.
What was the key? Flat nocturne cloud.
And sense of rumor? Brought was on.
Fake? Paddy Dign. Else? Paragon.
18 Mrs Marion Bloom
O my the Jewish cavalry
conquered Gibraltars Calvary
sweet sigh my dear your serenade
smear myrrh on Spanish esplanade