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...
by upright | Dec 18, 2015 | Ulysses |
He lay back at full stretch over the sharp rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pock his hat. His hat down on his eyes. That is Kevin Egan’s movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep. Et vidit Deus. Et erant valde bona. Alo! Bonjour....
by upright | Dec 17, 2015 | Arts & Culture, Why Is This Millennial Sad? |
Why is this Millennial sad? Because the IRS doesn’t agree with his assessment that his organic pickle cannery is providing an “invaluable service to the community” and should therefore be tax exempt.
by upright | Dec 14, 2015 | Ulysses |
His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind this light, darkness shining in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. Me sits there with his augur’s rod of ash, in borrowed sandals, by...