Reading Ulysses in Montana #381
Seagulls of gust and glory gave Ginger gustatory elaborations of frivolous bogs.
Fraught with the peril of declining age, George took to his recliner and declined to participate in the charade after all. Miles of empty wires could do nothing to persuade him anyway where Ginger’s suede shoes were concerned, but their concern was misplaced by the time the editor remembered exactly what a palindrome was.
Indubitably simple, and proceeding in the style of the grand imposture, leather bags of warm suede shoes levied a fine against less-reputable consorts with the sub-prime measures of defensive positions along the Rhine, the Mohawk being scuttled in a fit of uneven despair.
Ginger’s uncle had substituted George’s vanity for truth, but the fools who guarded the requests of behests and knowledge prattled away the afternoon in a less lurid confession of drunken silence. Witnesses were undaunted by the marble soil, but the impartial widow knew better.
The door was open, and George took the stone and the leaf down to the riverside to elaborate three frivolous bogs.
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Interesting read,
I wish I could find a way to describe how soothing I find reading these….
It’s like beautifully coloured bubbles going in through my eyeholes before gently popping in my brain…
That is such a wonderfully vivid and heartfelt way to describe it—thank you. 😊
“Beautifully coloured bubbles” is a perfect image… soft, light, and quietly mesmerizing. I’m really glad the words can bring that kind of calm and gentle ease to your mind.
Lol….sorry! I didn’t mean to reply to you! It was meant to be a stand-alone comment! Thank you for your thoughtful reply though 🙂
Reading this wonderfest of words, my brain feels like when I bring together my reading experiences of Flann O’Brien, James Joyce and maybe an inkling of recently un-nesitng myself from reading Charles Robert Maturin too. Chaotic goodness.
*un-nesting
When I read posts like this I wish to grab the corners of the page, shake them out of the screen, and wrap them around my shoulders with a hot cup of tea.