Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Happy Bloomsday


On the altarstone Mrs Mina Purefoy,

goddess of unreason,
lies naked,
fettered,
a chalice
resting

on her swollen
belly.

5 comments:

Orlando C. said...

So literary! What will the bikers say?

(Apologies for double posting if I haven't got this down yet.)

oatmeal girl said...

I was counting on you to respond to this one, even if no one else did.

As for the bikers, it depends. If they're Irish bikers, they will down their Guinness and start quoting passages.

Orlando C. said...

...and then you would be in heaven twice over, no?

O Ireland. O Bloom. O Yeats. O Beckett. O Guinness.

oatmeal girl said...

I don't know if it still applies, but back when I was last in Ireland, the Guinness was better the closer you got to Dublin. It was said that the Dublin pubs had it on tap straight from the brewery.

mamacrow said...

'If they're Irish bikers, they will down their Guinness and start quoting passages.'

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

and yeah, I've been told several times by irish friends that guiness is better in dublin. doesn't travel well apparently?!