How scenic is phrenetic fantasy
While fulminating in the manic mind?
It's hidden in synaptic revelry,
Articulated, yes, but hard to find.

The minor absolution one demands
From higher born authority than self
Is often held by strangers in strange lands
Or brazen, raisin boxes on the shelf.

The madness of the mad though sad is not
Without a nod transcendent, in a way;
Which forces Joyce to ponder over plot
And not which punctuation to display.

Now take your time and read Ulysses first,
Before the Wake of Finnegan is shown;
For Finnegan becomes eternal thirst
Where cognitive resolve remains unknown.

Now bitter battles still are fought with fire
In hallowed halls of higher learning fame
Where academic's fight with fierce desire
To elevate James Joyce's brilliant name.

Finnegan's Wake can make a man go mad;
Incomprehensible at best some say.
Such genius has a way of causing sad
Reverberations all along the way.

So read a Portrait of the Artist first
Then add Ulysses if you have the time.
But Finnegan's Wake? Unquenchable thirst!
A book to blow your brain and bind your mind.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/24/2010 08:38AM by easyeverett.

Joyce and his ilk, often confound the reader, but the joy of (mis)interpretation keeps his works alive.

Les