Remorse Of Conscience

Hyperborean Scrotumtightening Mother killer Mother killer Chewer of corpses Server of servants Angel of militants Voice of the sea Let me be and let me live Agenbite of inwit

Kidneys were in his mind Gelid light and gentle summer air The sluggish cream wound, curdling spirals through her tea Metempyschosis, the transmigration of souls (He liked to read at stool) He felt full and heavy a gentle loosening of his bowels (Quietly he read) careful not to get his trousers dirty for the funeral (he allowed his bowels to ease) themselves quietly that constipation of (yesterday quite gone) A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly grey. A barren land, the Dead Sea, no wind would lift those waves, Grey metal, Poisonous waters. Regret flowed down his backbone Grey horror seared his flesh Cold oils slid along his veins, Desolation chilling his blood: Age crusting him with a salt cloak. Captivity to captivity Multiplying dying being born everywhere The grey sunken cunt of the world

Red bottle on the table Yellow streaks, Death by misadventure Temporary insanity The greatest disgrace in the family Every mortal day a fresh batch Saltwhite crumbling mush of corpses Pallbearers, gold reins, requiem mass His last lie on the earth in his box. A sudden death The best death A moment and all is over Then shovelling them under the cartload doublequick. If little Rudy lived. If I could see him grown Hear his voice. My son. Me in his eyes. Strange feeling it would be. From me. Would he bleed if a nail cut deep I could have helped him on in life. I suppose the circulation stops More dead for them than for me A sudden death The best death A moment and all is over Then shovelling them under the cartload doublequick. Both ends meet The coffin dived out of sight All honeycombed the ground must be The blood sinking in earth gives new life

Urbane to comfort them The quaker librarian purred Glittereyed, rufous skull Sought the face, Bearded amid darkgreener shadow, Holyeyed. Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. This verily is that. I am the fire upon the altar. I am the sacrificial butter. Unsheathe your dagger definitions. The maelstrom The sumptuous murder The goad of the flesh embittered Hathaway’s bed The play begins A player arrives It is the ghost, the king and the player is him To a son he speaks, the son of his soul, the prince, young Hamlet and to the son of his body, Hamnet Shakespeare, who has died in Stratford that his namesake may live for ever. I want to know that he did not draw or foresee the logical conclusion you are the dispossessed son I am the murdered father: your mother is the guilty queen. Her ghost at least has been laid for ever. She died, for literature at least, before she was born. Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. The maelstrom The sumptuous murder The goad of the flesh embittered Hathaway’s bed The play begins A player arrives It is the ghost, the king and the player is him He wrote Hamlet in the months that followed his father's death. He carried a memory in his wallet: The girl I left behind me. It is a mystical estate,an apostolic succession, from only begetter to only begotten, founded, like the world, macro and microcosm, upon the void. That memory, Venus and Adonis, lay in the bedchamber of every light-of-love in London. Is Katharine the shrew illfavoured? Hortensio calls her young and beautiful. Do you think the writer of Antony and Cleopatra, a passionate pilgrim, had his eyes in the back of his head that he chose the ugliest doxy in all Warwickshire to he withal? Good: he left her and gained the world of men. But I Survive But I, entelechy, form of forms am I, by memory prize of their fray Agenbuyer. I paid my way I paid my way

I turned around, let him feel the weight of my tongue Said purchaser, he shall be and remain There lies a watchtower beheld of men afar There sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept Lebanonian cedar Exalted planetree Eugenic Eucalyptus Irish heroes of Red Hugh O’Donnell Red Jim MacDermott Henry Joy M’Cracken Dante Alighieri Long unsleeved garment Flayed oxhide Wore trews of deerskin Roughly stitched with gut Rocklike, mountainous as to the gorse Begob, he got as far as the door Begob, always some bloody clown or other Kicking up a bloody murder And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy A godlike messenger came swiftly in Radiant as the eye of heaven Bearing sacred scrolls, dame of peerless lineage, fairest of her kith. Rows of seastones Portentous frame Corpora cavernosa Irish heroes of Grandjoker Vladinmire Constable MacFadden William Delany Leopold Bloom When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. And they beheld Him in the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness, having raiment as of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him. And there came a voice out of heaven, calling: Elijah, Elijah, Abbah, Adonai Begob, he got as far as the door Begob, always some bloody clown or other

Rows of flimsy houses Rare lamps with rainbow fans Round ice gondola Stunted men and women squabble. Snakes of river fog creep. From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens Remorse and horror. They say I killed you, but mother… Cancer did it not I. Big Blaze. Might be his house. Beggar’s bush. We’re safe. London’s burning, London’s burning by! On fire! On fire! Kaw kave kankury kake. I’ll do no such thing. Pig dog and always was ever since he was pupped! To dare address me! I’ll flog him black and blue in the public streets. I’ll dig my spurs in him up to the rowel. He is a well known cuckold. Blue fluid again flows over her flesh. Observe the oxygenated vegetable matter on her skull! ugly duckling of the party, deep in keel. Respectfully dressed and well conducted Speaking five modern languages He wears a dark mantle and a drooping plumed sombrero He carries a silverstringed inlaid dulcimer A rise on allsides stagnant fumes What was the most revolting piece of obscenity in all your career of crime? Go the whole hog. Puke it out. Be candid for once. To have or not to have, that is the question. The mockery of it! Kinch killed her bitchbody. She kicked the bucket. Our great sweet mother! Epi oinopa ponton. Spectral mother, emaciated Rises stark through floor in leper grey London’s burning, London’s burning by! On fire! On fire! Gazing unseeing into Bloom’s eyes he goes on reading, kissing, smiling. He has a delicate mauve face. In his free left hand he holds a slim ivory cane with a violet bowknot. A white lambkin peeps out of his waistcoat pocket

The greatest earthly happiness answer to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness there’s nothing else it’s all very fine for them but as for being a woman as soon as you’re old they might as well throw you out in the bottom of the ash pit. you sometimes love too wildly when you feel that way so nice all over you you cant help yourself I gave my eyes that look I wanted to shout all sorts of things I tortured the life out of him I wouldn't mind being a man sure hes very distinguished Id like to meet a man like that God not those other ruck besides hes young those fine young men I could see down in Margate strand bathing place from the side of the rock standing up in the sun naked like a God or something and then plunging into the sea with them why aren't all men like that there'd be some consolation for a woman like that lovely little statue he bought I could look at him all-day long O Lord what a row youre making O how the waters come down at Lahore I’ve a holy horror of its breaking under me Politics earthquakes and the end of the world He had the impudence to make up to me He never did a thing like that before Is there anything the matter with my insides You sometimes love too wildly When I put the rose in my hair And how he kissed me And I thought well as well him as another And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again Yes Yes I said Yes I will Yes