“I wonder what kind is that book he brought me Sweets of Sin by a gentleman of fashion some other Mr de Kock I suppose the people gave him that nickname going about with his tube from one woman to another”
– Molly Bloom, of course
Today’s Tubular Terrible Tercet –
The Sweets of Sin whip up and fuel
Bloom’s interior whirlpool:
“For some man. For him! For Raoul!”
Stay tuned for more de Kockian deviance.
Same Sweet time, same Sinful channel.
Updated: Sep 3, 2023
—Did you finish it? Bloom asked.
—Yes, Molly said. There’s nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with the first fellow all the time?
—Never read it. Do you want another?
—Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock’s. Nice name he has.
Today’s Ezraku de Kock -
At a Hawker’s Cart under Merchants Arch
A darkbacked figure’s warmth-showered skin:
Poldy’s prude, pervy purchase - Sweets of Sin.
Stay tuned for more reprobatory rhymes.
Same peccaminous time, same pornographical channel.
“If you imagine it’s there you can almost see it.” – Leopold Bloom
Todays’ Ezraku:
On a Sidewalk outside Starbucks
The words on these plaques in the ground:
Ulysses’ heartbeat by bronze, gold ultrasound.
Stay tuned for more sidewalk scrounging.
Same riffraff dimension, same voyeuristic intention.