My Own Private Ulysses: Introducing the Terrible Tercet
“Get a light snack in Davy Byrne’s. Stopgap. Keep me going.”
– Leopold Bloom, Ulysses by James Joyce
I wanted to “Make it new” by serving up an original Ezraku. But I botched the recipe and defaulted to my home-cooked Rust Belt roots. The affinities of Dublin and her future sister city Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania are many. But that’s a whole other podcast. We cooked up something in the spirit of the Pittsburgh Steeler’s Terrible Towel, long may she wave.
The Terrible Tercet lacks all conviction, verblessness, dual adjectives, abrupt imagistic juxtaposition, but its full of passionate intensity. And for all those Lambert’s Lunatics out there ancient enough to remember the infamous Green Weenie, sit tight and save room for dessert.
Davy Byrne’s Gorgonzola.
That black stuff’s not Coca-Cola,
It’ll put hair on your areola.
Stay tuned for more Steelers/Ulysses fusion.
Same oxymoronic time, same omnimoronic channel.