In honor of Mr. Joyce and his fabulous and frolicking ways….
Bloomsday….
remember in austin
the day you said
yes
(june 16 to be exact)
you said simply said
yes
you walked into that bar
opened up
Ulysess
held Joyce
in your hands
like a sweetly scented pink peony
you drank the words in
such utter contentment
the perfume of his prose
passing
you exhaled with
such conviction and ease
it’s hard to believe
you ever lost sight
of that night you won
no is a fucking powerful word
but
yes
will win if you let it
yes yes yes
finally saying yes
molly bloom said
yes
repeatedly
delightedly
lasiviously
and lush-ly
molly bloom meets
katie glynn
two irish lasses
drinking whiskey
and laughing
at the men
who held them captive
a tisket a tasket grab that green and yellow basket run like red hiding hood into the woods away from and to the wolf embrace him and howl and then move on dance down the rabbit hole have your cup of tea face the queen of hearts and say off with her head. when you crawl your way back up it will be dark you’ll enter where the wild things are and do a little rumpus and cross the bridge to terabithia a wrinkle in time has nothing on you you are like the little prince no one can tame you and yet you long for bed that sweet quiet place where you can say goodnight spoon goodnight moon you wake up and pat the bunny and begin your firebrand day you will climb that tree and scream and cut your hair short and life will still be life but you will be living it that much more fully you will ask a question get an answer or not and move on you will breathe and play and eat and be interrupted…
This is very musical…catchy, quirky.
two irish lasses
drinking whiskey
and laughing
at the men
who held them captive
The long, rambling paragraph following it reminds me a lot of the stuff I do, interesting stream of consciousness stuff.
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I look forward to hearing more of your work. Thanks for a great conversation. Cheers!
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