The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

BLOOM I wanted then to have now concluded. Nightdress was never. Hence this. But tomorrow is a new day will be. Past was is today. What now ...

– There's the man, says Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival. There he is sitting there The man that got away James Stephens. The ch...

 On Christmas With footstep slow, in furry pall yclad,     His brows enwreathed with holly never-sear,     Old Christmas comes, to close the...

    What did each do at the door of egress?     Bloom set the candlestick on the floor. Stephen put the hat on his head.     For what creatu...

 . . . He has hidden his own name, a fair name, William, in the plays, a super here, a clown there, as a painter of old Italy set his face i...

 VIRAG (Prompts into his ear in a pig's whisper.) Insects of the day spend their brief existence in reiterated coition, lured by the sme...

 Mr Bloom could easily picture his advent on this scene – the homecoming to the mariner's roadside shieling after having diddled Davy Jo...

Off with you, says Martin to the jarvey. The milkwhite dolphin tossed his mane and, rising in the golden poop, the helmsman spread the bel...

His heart astir he pushed in the door of the Burton restaurant. Stink gripped his trembling breath : pungent meatjuice, slop of greens. See ...

A lyric for the annual celebration of ancient, archaic, and "dead" languages (the Middle English is in roman type and my "tra...

Nothing doing. Still an idea behind it. He looked at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Silvered powdered olivetrees. Quiet long days: pr...

Since Whan That Aprille Day coincides with Easter this year, here is a tender Middle English religious poem in honor of both days. It seems ...

     Now who is that lankylooking galoot over there in the macintosh? Now who is he I'd like to know? Now, I'd give a trifle to know...

The first day of April is Whan That Aprille Day, a day celebrating "alle langages that are yclept ‘old,’ or ‘middel,’ or ‘auncient,’ or...

downtown San Leandro, California, December 2016

Refuge of sinners. Comfortress of the afflicted. Ora pro nobis. Well has it been said that whosoever prays to her with faith and constancy ...

Welcome to the third annual Whan That Aprille Day , a celebration of all languages called Middle, Old, Ancient, Archaic, or even Dead. Go he...

San Francisco City Hall lit up in red & green for Christmas; 10 December 2015. The second picture was taken a few minutes after th...

random Rudolphs in a drugstore window, December 2014 for my feelings about Rudolph, check here

on Jackson Street, San Francisco, July 2014