Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Happy Bloomsday! Ulysses Erasure Poems
ERASURE, ULYSSES EPISODE FIVE: "THE LOTUS EATERS"
BY LORRIES ALONG SIR JOHN ROGERSON'S QUAY
past Nichols' the undertaker's. Eleven, daresay.
Sent his right hand with slow grace over his hair:
Where was the chap I saw in that picture somewhere?
Ah, in the dead sea, floating on his back;
It's a law like that. Curriculum. Crack.
It's the force of gravity of the earth is the weight.
Per second, per second. Postoffice. Too late.
Eleven, is it? I only heard it last night.
What's wrong with him? Dead. And, he filled up, all right.
Chloroform. Laudanum. Sleeping draughts. Phlegm.
Better leave him the paper and get shut of him.
Bloomsday poem #2:
ERASURE, ULYSSES EPISODE 1O: THE WANDERING ROCKS
Legs shot off by cannon balls,
Ending their days in some pauper ward;
If I had served my God as I had my king,
It was probable he would certainly call.
Pilate, old back that owlin mob; but one
should be charitable, according to their lights
Unfortunate, people to die unprepared,
Excessive for a journey so short and cheap.
A thousand casualties. And heartrending scenes.
Human eyes: pleading. Sanktus! Amen.
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