Complete Works of James Joyce (187 page)

carnons but more

hander, 1 free of his florid future and the other

THE DUNG-

pulfers turnips.

singing likeness, dirging a past of bloody altars,

MOUND.

Omnitudes in a

gale with a blost to him, dove without gall.

SIGNIFI-

knutshedell.

And she, of the jilldaw’s nest 2 who tears up

CANCE OF

For all us kids

lettereens she never apposed a pen upon. 3 Yet

THE INFRA-

under his aegis.

sung of love and the monster man. What’s

LIMINAL IN-

Saving the public

Hiccupper to hem or her to Hagaba? Ough,

TELLIGENCE.

his health.

ough, brieve kindli! 4

OFFRANDES.

Superlative abso-

Dogs’ vespers are anending. Vespertilia-

lute of Porter-

bitur. Goteshoppard quits his gabhard cloke

stown.

to sate with Becchus. Zumbock! Achevre!

Yet wind will be ere fadervor 5 and the hour of

fruminy and bergoo bell if Nippon have pearls

or opals Eldorado, the daindy dish, the lecking

out! Gipoo, good oil! For (hushmagandy!)

long ’tis till gets bright that all cocks waken

and birds Diana 6 with dawnsong hail. Aught

darks flou a duskness. Bats that? There peepee-

strilling. At Brannan’s on the moor. At Tam

Fanagan’s weak yat his still’s going strang.

And still here is noctules and can tell things

acommon on by that fluffy feeling. Larges

loomy wheelhouse to bodgbox 7 lumber up

with hoodie hearsemen carrawain we keep

is peace who follow his law, Sunday

1 He gives me pulpititions with his Castlecowards never in the twowsers

and ever in those twawsers and then babeteasing us out of our

hoydenname.

2 My goldfashioned bother near drave me roven mad and I dyeing to

keep my linefree face like readymaid maryangs for jollycomes smashing

Holmes.

3 What I would like is a jade louistone to go with the moon’s

increscent.

4 Parley vows the Askinwhose? I do, Ida. And how to call the cattle

black.

Moopetsi meepotsi

5 I was so snug off in my apholster’s creedle but at long leash I’ll

stretch

more capritious in his dapplepied bed.

6 Pipette. I can almost feed their sweetness at my lisplips.

7 A
liss in hunterland.

Why so mucky

King. 1 His sevencoloured’s soot (Ochone!

pick bridges

Ochonal!) 2 and his imponence one heap lump-

span our Flumi-

block (Mogoul!). And rivers burst out like

nian road.

weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnral-

P.C. Helmut’s in

ly, 3 where every feaster’s a foster’s other, fian-

the cottonwood,

nians all. 4 The wellingbreast, he willing giant,

listnin.

the mountain mourning his duggedy dew. To

The throne is an

obedient of civicity in urbanious at felicity

umbrella strande

what’ll yet meek Mike 5 our diputy mimber when

and a sceptre’s a

he’s head on poll and Peter’s burgess and Miss

stick.

Mishy Mushy is tiptupt by Toft Taft. Boblesse

Jady jewel, our

gobleege. For as Anna was at the beginning

daktar deer.

lives yet and will return after great deap sleap

Gautamed bud-

rerising and a white night high with a cows of

ders deossiphys-

Drommhiem as shower as there’s a wet en-

ing our Theas.

clouded in Westwicklow or a little black rose a

By lineal in pon-

truant in a thorntree. We drames our dreams