The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 45

Posted on 07/05/2020 by Bobby Seal

Can’t hear with bawk of bats, all the liffeying waters of. Ho, talk save us! My foos won’t moos. I feel as old as yonder elm. […] Who were Shem and Shaun the living sons or daughters of? Night now! […] Night night! […] Beside the rivering waters of, hitherandthithering waters of. Night!

James Joyce – Anna Livia Plurabelle (Finnegans Wake)

Lockdown Day 45

 

River Gate ©Bobby Seal

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Freelance writer, poet and psychogeographer
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