Joyce's Ulysses

The Normal Monster

sings in the Green Sahara

 

The voice and offal

of the image of God

 

make Celtic noises

in these lyrical hells

 

Hurricanes

of reasoned musics

reap the uncensored earth

 

The loquent consciousness

of living things

pours in torrential languages

 

The elderly colloquists

the Spirit and the Flesh

are out of tongue

 

The Spirit

is impaled upon the phallus

 

Phoenix

of Irish fires

lighten the Occident

 

with Ireland's wings

flap pandemoniums

of Olympian prose

 

and satinize

the imperial Rose

of Gaelic perfumes —

England

the sadistic mother

embraces Erin

 

Master

of meteoric idiom

present

 

The word made flesh

and feeding upon itself

with erudite fangs

The sanguine

introspection of the womb

 

Don Juan

of Judea

upon a pilgrimage

to the Libido

 

The press

purring

its lullabies to sanity

 

Christ capitalized

scourging

incontrite usurers of destiny

in hole and corner temples

 

And hang

The soul's advertisements

outside the ecclesiast's Zoo

 

A gravid day

spawns

gutteral gargoyles

upon the Tower of Babel

 

Empyrean emporium

where the

rejector-recreator

Joyce

flashes the giant reflector

on the sub rosa