- Robert Roman
My Own Private Ulysses: A Metempsychotic Ezraku
—Met him what? he asked.
—Here, she said. What does that mean?
He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.
—Metempsychosis?
—Yes. Who’s he when he’s at home?
—Metempsychosis, he said, frowning. It’s Greek: from the Greek. That means the transmigration of souls.
—O, rocks! she said. Tell us in plain words.
(Ulysses, James Joyce)
At the Gentlemens Bathing Place in Sandycove
A reincarnation of Mulligan at the Footy Foot?
Frozen, frigid little wiener - Kaput!
Stay tuned for more ice-cold emasculation.
Same shriveled time, same shrunken channel.
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