6 The scene, refreshed, reroused, was never to be forgotten, the hen and crusader ever intermutuomergent... – Finnegans Wake A cask of negus went barreling down the rhode whorled in a victory-fin into the foretimes buried in the midnight garden one St. William's Day where he rose (our W) and rows and rowed his henpicked galley through gales of galloping gallic ages alone, Gellone (with 28 oarsmen and a red coxcomb for a bully steersman) it was a barging line or ink-can sunship filled to the midnight brim with Orange or honeyed yellow sweetings for the Bethel brew it was a skeevy chicken key V shield anew down the rustling river toward a dey of fire on Study Hill or in Byzantium an axe set to the roots of Oak Tree Day Newport summons wedding for old El Rey old Johnny Atahualpa Hamlet's summery X the omelet ovum all at last of everywombin' man incalculate and calculate with little pebbles small gray veterans from Black Sea pledge unto out of the Son of Man (here back to then) and like a hand-sprung iron spring by golly Moses there it goes an able nef into the winestained cupola's deep arrak barrel diving for the ring of south-north stars' lamb-lamp beeW your myrrh, my Magdalen gleams in those double-emerald ships (aye-aye me dewfall-camp) 5.25.2000
8.09.2005
from toward the very end of Forth of July. The "W" that Bluejay & Henry's wanderings etched on the Providence East Side ridge, took some odd turns.
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