19 February 2019


James Joyce, "Finnegans Wake"

BOOK: | I | II | III | IV |
|382 | 383 |384 |
          Three quarks for Muster Mark!2
    Sure he hasn't got much of a bark3
    And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.4
    But O, Wreneagle Almighty, wouldn't un be a sky of a lark5
    To see that old buzzard whooping about for uns shirt in the dark6
    And he hunting round for uns speckled trousers around by Palmer-7
        stown Park?8
    Hohohoho, moulty Mark!9
    You're the rummest old rooster ever flopped out of a Noah's ark10
    And you think you're cock of the wark.11
    Fowls, up! Tristy's the spry young spark12
    That'll tread her and wed her and bed her and red her13
    Without ever winking the tail of a feather14
    And that's how that chap's going to make his money and mark!15
    Overhoved, shrillgleescreaming. That song sang seaswans.16
The winging ones. Seahawk, seagull, curlew and plover, kestrel17
and capercallzie. All the birds of the sea they trolled out rightbold18
when they smacked the big kuss of Trustan with Usolde.19
    And there they were too, when it was dark, whilest the wild-20
caps was circling, as slow their ship, the winds aslight, upborne21
the fates, the wardorse moved, by courtesy of Mr Deaubaleau22
Downbellow Kaempersally, listening in, as hard as they could, in23
Dubbeldorp, the donker, by the tourneyold of the wattarfalls,24
with their vuoxens and they kemin in so hattajocky (only a25


11 January 2019


The cat's just taken the empty space
From beneath the drying clothes
Exchanging himself for vacancy:
I often see him where he's not,
And nod into the void.