My Own Private Ulysses: “Let’s Do the Time Warp Again” (and Again)

“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.

*Time Warp Terrible Tercet.

My Own Private Ulysses: “Let’s Do the Time Warp Again”

“He crossed at Nassau street corner and stood before the window of Yeates and Son, pricing the fieldglasses. Or will I drop into old Harris’s and have a chat with young Sinclair? Wellmannered fellow. Probably at his lunch. Must get those old glasses of mine set right.” – Leopold Bloom

Today’s timely Terrible Tercet -

Starbucks brews coffee for the masses,

Where Yeates and Son sold fieldglasses,

The better for Bloom to eye lasses’ asses.

Stay tuned for more mind-flips and time-slips.

Same Rocky time, same Horror channel.

My Own Private Ulysses: Hodges Figgis Edition (Part Two)

Today’s Ezraku:

In the Hodges Figgis Bookshop of Dublin

The lives, the people on these shelves:

Servant’s cracked lookingglass – ours, ourselves.

Stay tuned for more bibliophile biblio-files.

Same booky time, same wormy channel.

* Hodges Figgis Edition (Part One)