All Abloom Till Night Today

2016.06.16 - All Abloom Till Night Today

Somewherne,
'tween some One and Self,
an Eastern mage, befitting,
slinkily scended a staircase
from Heaven.

Spiralling down
the clouds of green,
touching ground, then looking up,
his feet behind his Mind,
it seemed.

"Ulysses,
best read when stoned,"
the three-eyed Thinker uttered,
then frowned and turned around,
as if back there a shadow muttered.

" 'llow Me:"
tempted the Thought,
"why read when one can listen?
Why stone one's Self to sit and stare,
when high one need none Eye to see?"

Lightning down the Sky,
aloof yet never blundered,
the Trickster's Silence, stunned,
then sparked the Air
and thundered:

"Conjure all you will, Mara,
but watch me while you spin:
Catch me by the Verb, you lose!
Catch me by the Tongue,
you win!"

As off a horse, behind a shield,
stout as perhaps an Arthur may:
"Win or lose, a game, you say?
Bring it, O'Fool, then let us play!"

Spontaneously, the Player now,
went strut across the Stage.

"A Fool
to cast the Glove,
another marks the Challenge,"
amidst his Wit, another smirk,
"Black or white, Knight Palance?"

"Ha! Herd me
not, you brazen Hick.
No cow, nor horse or saddle.
No Smith-forged barrel, no Western mud,
No, not today Death gains
no trod."

Spreading arms fr'underneath a virtual hoodless cowl,
suddenly the solemn Voice, the wise Minerva's Owl:
"Homo liber nulla de re minus quam de morte cogitat,
et ejus sapientia non mortis sed vitae meditatio est."

"Ach, weh ist mir! To shmoke, your Ethics!
And esthetics? Du, stuff my pipe with Shmear!"

All split, the Sky, again, the Book,
commenced to quote page twenty-three:
"Off the floor, bare both your feet,
and do thus dare this dance with me."

Lights! Darkness! Inneraction!

Unite, Opposed, as One.
And on, the Mirror shone.

No Thing happening
as Everything does.

º
Top of the World
and a Happy Bloomsday
to all You - yes, you and youse!

... Anything else for breakfast?

Download the unabridged Ulysses audiobook:
archive.org/details/Ulysses-Audiobook


º


.: yes i might, yes quite :.


all text ⓦ Satyr Barbarossa
(cc) 2016 CC BY-NC-ND 4.0