The windows listened suddenly to the crack in the bandana Georgia wore around her left thigh. Her great future lay behind her, while her cleft past slunk far in front.
And to forget grammar and think about Gertrude, but Picasso would have none of that. “I don’t even want to be here,” he said imperiously. Impetuous by day, supercilious by nights, the windows could not listen through the gauze curtains strung across the banister, but they could run a four-minute mile if improperly motivated. Grease spots on the giant’s shirt bespoke the vital sympathy orchestra of looming advice. “But I’d like to want to be here,” he said ominously.
The corrupt winds had finally made Judith see the way of the desert, the sands of the desert, the whipped cream of dessert across the centuries from Osiris to Joyce. Flabbergasted, the house of the falling son house rose up and grinned in the face of Isis, and the obelisk ate them both while suddenly listened windows the.
Originally published November 15, 2023
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Rick,
Please don’t take offense, as none is intended. I am merely intrigued, perplexed, ever-lasting gobstoppered, and a smidge befuddled. These latest Ulysses entries read like poetry. Is it meant to evoke Joyce, reinvent Joyce, mock or revere Joyce, or something altogether else that I am failing to grok? Some moments seem elegant and beauty-filled, while other times the words and phrases squirm like petulant ChatGPT run amuck. Are you testing whether your writing is surreal or whether your readers are real? Also, do the entry numbers coincide with text or pages in Joyce’s work? Alas, I fear I don’t have a copy to test that theory. But, if so, I will acquire one and begin my sleuthing anew. In any event, I am enjoying the journey…please don’t shove me off the cliff for my curious and worried glances at the perilous terrain. It’s a both treacherous and wonderous wordscape you’ve fashioned thus far and I’m enjoying the ride.
Oh, no offense taken! I’m as befuddled as you are. 🙂 I do intend to soon write a post to be saved as an About page describing this Reading Ulysses in Montana project. That will answer many of your questions. For now it’s simplest to just say yes to everything you’ve said and that the only real point of motivation I can claim to writing and sharing this stuff is that I enjoy it. Once exception to my blanked YES is that I have no presumptions regarding how others will or should receive it. It’s there for the taking or the leaving. But I appreciate your comment and sharing the intrigue some of these excite in you. Stay tuned for more details. (Yes, the numbers relate to pages in my edition of Ulysses. I’ll share the edition details in that post about the project.)
And I have to get my head around reading ulysses in the first place.
This is why dreams happen to me, mostly.
Yes!
And in a cloudless sky, what else must one feel but this reverence? Thank you. I needed that (this).