by upright | Jan 8, 2016 | Ulysses |
Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his...
by upright | Jan 6, 2016 | Arts & Culture |
by upright | Jan 4, 2016 | Ulysses |
He took the hilt of his ashplant, lunging with it softly, dallying still. Yes, evening will find itself in me, without me. All days make their end. By the way next when is it Tuesday will be the longest day. Of all the glad new year, mother, the rum tum tiddledy tum....
by upright | Dec 28, 2015 | Ulysses |
Five fathoms out there. Full fathom five thy father lies. At one, he said. Found drowned. High water at Dublin bar. Driving before it a loose drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. A corpse rising saltwhite from the undertow, bobbing a pace a pace a...
by upright | Dec 23, 2015 | Arts & Culture |
Starting last night and into this morning I found myself reflecting on the world we live in. One of seemingly non-permanent statements that are actually extremely permanent. I feel like those poor people who we’ve all seen walking out of “The Phantom...
