w/dog:

phrases,
poems composed of words,

fragments taken from Joyce’s ULYSSES

by postmodern

POET,

__________Raymond Farr_____

_____________ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 2007
a publication of the familiar self
publishing press
 A NOTE ON THE WRITING OF THESE POEMS:

As a rule I have quoted words & phrases, fragments&

lines exactly as they appear in James Joyce’s epic novel,
ULYSSES. My method was determined completely by
random chance. Scanning backwards & forwards in the text,
running my finger down a page until a word or line “popped
out” at me, I would jot (almost like automatic “copying” or
automatic writing) until many pages were filled with
fragments of “ideas” & “language” that I would later “edit”
(in the strictest sense of editing). In doing so I have not
inserted my own “original” lines but have solely attempted
© 2007 by Raymond Farr to produce (out of the chaos of ULYSSES’s multiple jargons,
vernaculars, & slang) a new work. One that maintains
Joyce’s “sound” & “style” while simultaneously per
mutating the language found there into a contemporary
work, distinct & recognizable as “new” & “original.”
To be unusual, original, or new, is thought to be, somehow,
important. It is thought, indeed, that to be otherwise is to be
repetitive, or banal in thought; to be old and usual. It is im-
plied then that one plagiarizes the past.

--Lyn Hejinian
 IX

Patience, Golden ship.

Tall in affliction.

A headland winding round unhearing musical touched my

dancing days are done.

To wind love speeding sail return.

Now what note?

[Her high
long snore.]

[Beard / huge face.]

Gold glowering light.

Like one together.

 VIII I

Tempting fruit, ice cones.

Guarding as ever mysterious
[in box]. Do right to hide.
Embrace—

“Give us the paw, doggey!”

***
Them rolled to
Mangy ravenous brute
quivery loveshivery roofpanes.
Near ate the tin.

“Wait till I catch you, li'l plucks!"

 II VII

Quadruped proscenium should by canon doubly lain. In pity for croppy.

Would by would would cast him out.
Jutting over polished.

Cityful passing. Women thrilled w/ horse-rude fury—

Cityful this owner no man art could save.
Real liquid of womb.

Tiny tiny lashes calmly hearing.

[her lips in pray
er][his fuel slow Enamel baton.
eyes]
Protruding ballad.
& Little mo [if prudently he was] enjoyed it wagger.
Fit as fiddles on smooth beerpull.
Round him I had to ever woo--
codlings of herrings drafts of eels.
 III
VI

Quietly,
the mourners— --& singing

“His sleep is most lovely! the seagems [the

not natural. Which
end is head? Which garters blue] w/ all his: “Ruffin, cly the nab!”
shilling
of featherskins & Indeed the name the herit. Swelling quick-
junglemeat?”
& drenched! [thou chuff]
The death chamber
darkened, & lean! [thou puny].
improvising
hoarsely sweetly rising His brasses jingling.
to her throat—
Exterior whose name his load of papers.
the mirror
up to nature.
 IV V

Bound gallantbuttocked mare! My epitaph be kraaaaaaa.

vacantmind Nor Poet nor tankards.

accusedcouldspeak
Lost words built of breeze.
Were there schemes of wider scope?

acting the stops Near bronze.

the sundial towards—
Charge me for the edge he gave.
“Him make
velly muchee
fine night.”
[Heard as a boy:

certain black crack of noise—

his earthquake hats

whose name so haught uplift]