Reading Ulysses in Montana #92
Engagements of small mercies say merci to the depending moon, sacrificing holes and east trousers to the dig.
Jugs of your best consent riot in batches of pendants smitten with the small teasings of curdled mockeries. You’d rail against meddling streams of virtues if you could spell the strange senses of double meanings and the divine right of bling. You’d sooner be pursued by a bear while exiting the coast of Bohemia than scorn a humble lack of maladies with lilies, primroses, and oxlips, slipping over the taunted shepherds dancing on the green with a driver and putter to spare. Sparks of gardens rich in folly tune the strings of the lyre half a step too low.
Small quantities of mercies and large qualities of merci dictate the sneezes of swallows that bury the candid moon a month too soon.
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What a wonderfully surreal piece! It feels less like something to be read in a linear way and more like a dream to be wandered through. The playful collision of words, unexpected imagery, and poetic absurdity creates a rhythm that keeps the imagination engaged. Every sentence invites a different interpretation, making the reading experience unique each time. I especially enjoyed how ordinary objects and abstract ideas blend into a landscape where meaning is fluid and curiosity is rewarded. Thank you for sharing another fascinating literary adventure.
Ouch, my head. 🙃