Random Haiku now

blink, slink, plink, link, mink

warm and fuzzy fur




James Joyce’s Ulysses uses stream of consciousness writing almost better than Faulkner – I think in the Bear. I am no good at such writing or so I think, maybe I should practice some more. I love the writing of Joyce, and when I stopped trying to make sense of the words and started to enjoy each sound void of meaning, for me the book started to make sense. Life is sometimes like that. When we try too hard, and I certainly do sometimes, to make things happen thus missing what is real. I notice things like clouds, birds flying in the sky above, flowers growing randomly in or near concrete. Such can be beautiful.




Moira Levant / © January 19th 2018


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