Wednesday, November 25, 2009


My attempts to get answers
were something like
walking into Disneyland
and asking the actress
playing Cinderella
to tell me something other
than how she lost her slipper.

**The title of this post comes from Finnegans Wake by James Joyce, a book, but not an actress, that also yields no answers.**


Lynn said...

Happy Thanksgiving! Sometimes I just do not have a clue how to respond to your poetry. Forgive my ignorance. But I like to come and read it just the same.

Ganga Fondan said...

I keep meaning to read that book but never get to it. Assuming you are not interested in glass slippers that's quite an undertaking... but then again she is an actress and maybe an attractive one at that....

Harlequin said...

I loved the absurdity of this ... and the realism!! it felt like my workplace... perhaps many such places are haunted by Joyce's ghost (s)...

the walking man said...

I would go to Disneyland with a child in tow and afterward I would get my answers from the kid.

Smita Tewari said...

It's almost like capturing 'the stream of consciousness' technique in poetry! Marvellous!

BBC said...

If you want answers just ask me. Not that I expect you to believe them of course.

BBC said...

James Joyce.



Glad I don't have a females last name, ha ha ha.

Influential Irish writer noted for his many innovations (such as stream of consciousness writing) (1882-1941)

Irish writer with a stream of consciousness, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Look deep enough and I'll bet that you find he drank too much.

Jon said...

Hi Lynn,
Happy thanksgiving to you too... hope that you had a good day on thursday... take care

Not sure if it's a book that you can read or if it's a book that reads you... I'm still muddling through... I'll let you know!

Sorry... never wanted to remind you of WORK!

that's not a bad plan... but then you'd still have to try and decipher what Cindy meant when the kid says she said that she just wants to go back to Kansas.

Nice to see you around again... thanks for stopping by and for your thoughts and compliment... try try try I do!

Well there he is himself, eh? I have done a little reading on Joyce and yup, you're right, he liked a few jars every now and again... according to some that's what killed him... either it was that or the writing or the scurrying around Europe trying to avoid the worst bits of WWI... nice to see you around again... catch up with you again soon...