THROUGH VERY SHORT TIMES OF SPACE
red door of No.16
North Frederick Street
slams behind him as he
enters into this newly minted
morning
sunshine so thick
one feels like a fish
swimming through it
sunlight spangles
a tiny puddle
turning it into a jewel
that only the eye can cherish
Ahhhh "...the ineluctable
modality of
the visible."
he turns right
into Upper
Dorset Street
pulling an "Ahhh...howya!"
out of the man who makes
the false teeth
then turning left into Eccles Street
giving the nod to No. 7
Bloom's house in ULYSSES
here in its run down state
though still shining
in its fictionality
soon they will knock it down
and what will the tourists
do then poor things
sure some bright spark
will rescue it from its rubble
and the door
will live again
some streets
away again
ahhh...." the ineluctable
modality of
the visible."
I go to Quinn's gym
to get my Molly
(Philomena her name is)
a cottage cheese
with pineapple
on a Weetabix base
it is a 16th of June
somewhere
in the 80's
as I retrace
my own earlier
Joycean footsteps
rat-a-tat-tat
on Bloom's door
"Are ya there Leopold?"
but the bold Leopold
doesn't answer
the 16th of
forever I am
"...walking through it
howsomever."
the sun smirks
at such
Joyceisms
"I am, a stride of a time
very short space of time
through very short times of space."
a horse and cart as if
from the past
saunters by timelessly
ahhh "...the ineluctable
modality of
the audible."
my Molly
who is really
a Philomena
spoons the deliciousness
of the creamy dessert
into her
and yes she says
mmmm...yes....mmmm
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***
For Jemmy de Joist whose day the 16th always us and the words give him their gifts. This is my little bit of living in his moment and walking the streets he walked.
Jun 15, 2024
Jun 15, 2024 at 7:31 AM UTC
THROUGH VERY SHORT TIMES OF SPACE
red door of No.16
North Frederick Street
slams behind him as he
enters into this newly minted
morning
sunshine so thick
one feels like a fish
swimming through it
sunlight spangles
a tiny puddle
turning it into a jewel
that only the eye can cherish
Ahhhh "...the ineluctable
modality of
the visible."
he turns right
into Upper
Dorset Street
pulling an "Ahhh...howya!"
out of the man who makes
the false teeth
then turning left into Eccles Street
giving the nod to No. 7
Bloom's house in ULYSSES
here in its run down state
though still shining
in its fictionality
soon they will knock it down
and what will the tourists
do then poor things
sure some bright spark
will rescue it from its rubble
and the door
will live again
some streets
away again
ahhh...." the ineluctable
modality of
the visible."
I go to Quinn's gym
to get my Molly
(Philomena her name is)
a cottage cheese
with pineapple
on a Weetabix base
it is a 16th of June
somewhere
in the 80's
as I retrace
my own earlier
Joycean footsteps
rat-a-tat-tat
on Bloom's door
"Are ya there Leopold?"
but the bold Leopold
doesn't answer
the 16th of
forever I am
"...walking through it
howsomever."
the sun smirks
at such
Joyceisms
"I am, a stride of a time
very short space of time
through very short times of space."
a horse and cart as if
from the past
saunters by timelessly
ahhh "...the ineluctable
modality of
the audible."
my Molly
who is really
a Philomena
spoons the deliciousness
of the creamy dessert
into her
and yes she says
mmmm...yes....mmmm
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
***
For Jemmy de Joist whose day the 16th always us and the words give him their gifts. This is my little bit of living in his moment and walking the streets he walked.
