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LE PRINCE DE DEMPSEY Á LA TOUR ABOLIE

LE PRINCE DE DEMPSEY Á LA TOUR ABOLIE

 

Even my shadow

refuses to walk with me.

 

Even my reflection

refuses to see me.

 

Even my imaginary friend

refuses to speak to me.

 

"Why then Ile fit you.

Dónall’s mad againe."

 

Here in my own

personal Waste Land

 

tangled up in Nerval

and Eliot. I Kyd ye not.

 

And with no explanatory

footnotes.

 

I'll get even...I'll get even

with the lot of them.

 

***

 

A piece of whimsy to deal with great grief. My brother had died and then my Dad...I was totally lost and falling out of myself. I just happened to be reading Eliot at the time hence all the references to the end of The Waste Land and his reference to Nerval's “El Desdichado,” and Kyd's The Spanish Tragedy which served as my references to the great sorrow I was experiencing .

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