tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7547815896550942861.post5541998903570477679..comments2011-09-16T11:49:34.134-07:00Comments on Poet From Nowhere: The Library Collection.Samuel Katzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09944061608450443441noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7547815896550942861.post-93906701652920842010-10-30T02:31:00.188-07:002010-10-30T02:31:00.188-07:00Speaking of James Joyce; I thought I'd post an...Speaking of James Joyce; I thought I'd post an excerpt from his poem 'The Holy Office'.<br /><br />So distantly I turn to view<br />The shamblings of that motley crew,<br />Those souls that hate the strength that mine has<br />Steeled in the school of old Aquinas.<br />Where they have crouched and crawled and prayed<br />I stand, the self-doomed, unafraid,<br />Unfellowed, friendless and alone,<br />Indifferent as the herring-bone,<br />Firm as the mountain-ridges where<br />I flash my antlers on the air.<br />Let them continue as is meet<br />To adequate the balance-sheet.<br />Though they may labour to the grave<br />My spirit shall they never have<br />Nor make my soul with theirs as one<br />Till the Mahamanvantara be done:<br />And though they spurn me from their door<br />My soul shall spurn them evermore.<br /><br />-James JoyceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7547815896550942861.post-6828024600001053332010-10-29T13:32:42.882-07:002010-10-29T13:32:42.882-07:00Thanks, Anon #2
I admit to not having read it, I&#...Thanks, Anon #2<br />I admit to not having read it, I'll check it out.Samuel Katzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09944061608450443441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7547815896550942861.post-65376354132692451562010-10-29T11:35:06.698-07:002010-10-29T11:35:06.698-07:00I love this poem.
I remember how I used to carry t...I love this poem.<br />I remember how I used to carry the chitas around everywhere, on the bus, in and out of railway stations, like it was an extension of my arm.<br />It was like a continuation of myself.<br />And then when I ditched the whole scene, for ages I still couldn't walk around without a book in my hand.<br />So I would get on a bus, take out James Joyce or Virginia Wolf or whomever else I had stumbled across that week, and search the pages for what is real and true, then catch myself before I kissed the back cover.<br />Side Note: If you haven't yet read James Joyce's <br />'Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man' read it now. Seriously.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7547815896550942861.post-15124985753637399212009-09-25T08:44:56.668-07:002009-09-25T08:44:56.668-07:00you're searching in vain, your book of life is...you're searching in vain, your book of life is being written right now, authored by your actions of multiple murders,(of the librarian, of self)rebirth, (self, and maybe librarian) courage, transition, failure, aggression, confession, confusion, etc.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com