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riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
proper Built by a Tristam outside Dublin area/vico

of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. Sir Tristram, violator d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had
not / yet Brittany (T)

vicious circle



Their motto


overthrow E 5 sex Noah drunk by sons Rainbow hope of peace ThunderWord1 [Thunder in langages] 1930s crash

Humpty dumpty

passencore rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy isthmus of Europe Minor to refight his penisolate war: nor had tomsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse to Laurens County Georgia while they went ‘doubling their number’ all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed “I am I am” to baptise thouartpeatrick: not yet, though very soon after, had a trickycad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in love. Not a peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface. The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk !) of a once wallstreet oldsalmon is retaled early in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the offwall entailed at such short notice the parachute of Finnegan, erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of himself promptly sends an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his
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Nap & Wellington Dublin USA

GOD St Pat


6 7 Drunk babel Flood

E interred as land

Visigoths Paris traffic


tumptytumtoes: and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the hills in the park where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dublinsfirst loved liffy. What clashes here of wills against wonts, ostrogoths gaggin fishygods! Brékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax! Ualu Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the sword partisans are still out to mathmaster Malachus and the Verduns catapelting the cannibalistics out of the insurrectionists of Hoodie Head.
a lance maelstroms God’s blood

Orange & green sons (Ir)

Aristophane’s Frogs

Howth mount (E)

TOL= Protestant

Assegai and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear! Arms appeal with alarms, appalling. What chance encounters, what castles aired and ventilated! What bidmetoloves sinduced by what tabsolvers! What true feeling for their's heirs with what

TAB = Catholic

Jacob deceived Isaac



strong voice of false jiccup! O hear here how howth sprawled met the duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and body!) how hath famespanned most high heaven the skysign of soft advertisement! But was ist? Iseut? Are we sure? The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where ashes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the farce for the renewal come to a setdown secular phoenish. (finish / Phoenix) Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofarback for messages before joshua judges had given us numbers or leviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but ere he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the

Norse: elm - first woman ash - first man

OT thicket

very water was eviparated and all the genesis had met their
Pentateuch / Punch & Judy

exodus so that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!) and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edifices piled buildung supra building pon the banks. He had little wifie Annie hugged the little creature. With her hair in hands tuck up your part inher. Oftwhile balbulous, with goodly trowel in grasp and oiled overalls, like Harold Childeric Eggeberth he would caligulate by multiplicables the altitude and malltitude until he seesaw by neatlight of the liquor wheretwin 'twas born, his roundhead steeple of other days to rise in undress maisonry upstanded (joygrantit!), a skyerscape
awful / Eiffel height


Dublin bishop during Henry II

of most eyeful hoyth entowerly, erigenating from next to nothing and celescalating the himalayas and all, hierarchitec titiptitoploftical, with a burning bush abob off its baubletop and with laurence o'toolers clittering up and tumbles a'buckets clottering down. Of the first was he to bare arms and a name. His crest of
cuckoldry girls/ankles

Babel Thomas a Beckett

huroldry, in vert with ancillars, troublant, argent, a hegoak, horrid, horned. With archers strung, helio, of the second. Hooch is for husbandman handling his hoe. Hohohoho, Mister Finn, you're going to be Mister Finnagain! Monday morn and, O, you're vine! Sunday's eve and, ah, you're vinegar! Hahahaha, Mister Funn, you're going to be fined again! What then agentlike brought about that tragedy thundersday
original Mecca / head



Idle E

this municipal sin business? Our cubehouse still rocks as earwitness to the thunder of his aflatus but we hear also through successive ages that shebby chorus of unkalified muslem (missile him) that would blackguardise the whitestone ever hurtleturtled out of heaven. Stay us wherefore in our search for righteousness, O Sustainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothpick and before we lump down upown our bed and in the night and at the fading of the stars ! For a nod to the neighbour is better than wink to the absent god. Otherways we sways like that prophets coffin between the jebel and the deep blue sea. Cropherb the crunchbracken shall decide. She has a gift of second sight and she occasually answers, the dreamydeary. Heed! Heed ! It may half been a missfired brick, as some say, or it might have been due to a collupsus of his back promises, as others looked at it. (There extend by now one thousand and one stories, all told, of the same). But so sore did abe bite ivvy's horrible apples, (what with the valhalla's horrors
Carnac / carraige stonehenge

Islam thicket

JJ rose at noon 5 calls to prayer

Mohammed ever suspended

Dublin lawcourts

of carhacks, stonengines, autokinotons, hippohobbilies, streetfleets, megaphoggs, circuses and wardsmotes and aeropagods and the bitch bite at his ear for money and the merlinburrow barracks and his fore old FourCourts, the bore the more, and his blightblack workingstacks and the omnibuses sleighing along and the derigibles snooping around [The smoke and the grandeur and the noise of Rome]

Modern racket

too much for E



and all the uproor from all the calls) one warning Phill fill tippling full. His howth feeled heavy, his headhod did shake. (There was a wall of course in erection) Dimb! He stottered from the ladder. Damb! he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatomb, when a man marries his sorrow is all long. For whole the world to see. Size? I should say! Macool, Macool, orra why did ye die? Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's christmas wake, all the Sullivans of the nation, prostrated in their consternation and their duodisimally profusive plethora of ululation. There was plums and prunes and cherries and raisons and cinnamen too. And the all joined in with the shoutmost shoviality. Agog and magog and the round of them agrog. “To the continuation of that celebration until Hanandhunigan's extermination!” Some in singsing chorus, more, cancan keening. Belling him up and filling him down. He's stiff but he's steady is Priam Olinn! / 'Twas he was the decent gaylabouring youth. / Sharpen his pillowstone, tap up his bier! / E'erawhere in this whorl would ye hear such a din again? With their deepbrow findings. They laid him alanglast bed. With a apocalypse of whisky fore his feet. And a barrowload of guenesis hoar his head. Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twaddle of the fuddled, O ! Hurrah, there is but young love for the old globe wheels in view which is tautaulogically the same thing. Well, Him a being so on the flounder of his bulk like an overgrown babeling, let wee peep, see, at Him, well, platterplate. Humph! From Chapelizod to Howthtop or from Liffybanks to Roundtheheadland he calmly extensolies. And all the way from fiord to fell his baywinds' oboboes shall wail him rockbound (hoahoahoah!) in swimswamswum and all the livvylong night, her flittaflute in tricky trochees wake him. With her daughters and her sons about all them inns and houses. Telling a toll of a teary dirty Dublin. Grace before Glutton. For what we are, gifs à gross if we are, about to believe. So pass the basket for stomachsake. Omen. So sigh us. Grampupus is fallen down but granny spreads the board.
point death / dish



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Oscar Wilde’s De Profundis

On his back interred


Whase on the joint of a desh? Finfoefom the First. Whase be his baken head? A loaf of bread. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle? A glass of foamous olde Dobbelin ale. But, lo, as

pyre / pith

you would quaffoff his fraudstuff and sink teeth through that pyth of a flowerwhite body behold of him as behemoth for he is nowheremore. Finish! Only a fadograph of a yester scene. He is smolten in our mist, woebecanned and packt away. So that meal's dead off for someone, look, slice and goodriddence.

He disappeaers like JC