September 18, 2015 admin No comments exist


(On reading Ellman’s biography of James Joyce)


He couldn’t keep two pence
in his pocket. For that he hit
up his latest friends for loans
on his terms of nonpayment.

He drank and got drunk in
religious fashion. Sometimes
fished out of the gutters of
strange cities he called home.

He despised and ripped the Irish
but loved them so much he left
his perennially flowering genius
to pass through generations.


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