(GJ) Canto XVIII (p.7, ll. 1-13).

I hold the websoft edges of her gown and drawing them out to hook them I see through the opening of the black veil her lithe body sheathed in an orange shift.  Separated by a century and a tenth of the globe are two poets, obsessed with undergarments, with phantoms, with undressing their loves. OnetimeContinue reading “(GJ) Canto XVIII (p.7, ll. 1-13).”

(GJ) Canto X (p 4, ll 6-12).

…the short skirt taut from the round knobs of the knees. A white flash: a flake, a snowflake: And when she next doth ride abroad/ May I be there to see! https://postarchive.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/joyce-james-giacomo-joyce-faber-faber-1968.pdf By the first decade of the Twentieth Century, Western Europe’s loathing for the Turk, the pirate-invader, diminished. The Ottomans endured an initiation intoContinue reading “(GJ) Canto X (p 4, ll 6-12).”