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30 James Joyce Quotes: In Awe of the Written Word - Ultima Status

 

 

"In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!"
― James Joyce, Finnegan's Wake

catching my death
it's an English thing
a melody
from tepid heat 
to damp cold
trans-(t)his, sans-(t)hat
means nothing to me
no meno'pause
required
freeze, moan, groan, alone
in this barely-mystic air
like in one of Solz's gulags,
it's a European thing,
every songbird says,
make the wrong sign, 
get so out of line,
 -b + or - sq root of b2–4ac/2b
that's one way to pray
guilt for a best friend,
keep him warm
gravely
stop shivering inside
by all means 
there's worse to come
sans teeth, sans everything

 

◄ A terrible beauty

The cloak of nothingness ►

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