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Robert

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RED BRICK ALLEY STORIES

The Killards Are Coming

Every damn day in Religion Class, Sister Anna Banana yapped about the Soviets revving up to start a nuclear war with the new president, Ronald Reagan. She said after the cities burned to Holy Hell, there’d be something called “nuclear winter” that would kill all... 

Double-Strength Demon Dogs

Fantastic Freddie was the only altar boy from the Red Brick Alley. He was always consecrating Ritz Crackers and trying to make us eat them like communion wafers. He light-fingered incense from the sacristy, and he blessed water from Old Lady Tully’s spigot...

Laser Loop

I couldn’t see over the tall green school bus seat except when we hit a pothole and I bounced up in the air like a Pop-Tart jumping out of a toaster. Nobody at Saint Augie’s could believe I was allowed to go. My first school picnic ever. I was good from the day I handed in my pink...

The Boy Wonder

How the Hell did Jaggerbush get himself up there? He was clawing his way up into the open window above the Science class door like a real-life gargoyle. The blockhead of a wooden mallet stuck out of the back of his Toughskins where his butt crack was. He wore three...

About The Author

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Robert Roman grew up in Pittsburgh, PA, where he sold newspapers to cars from a concrete island. Read more→

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My Own Private Ulysses: Ulysses is Not a Novel

Robert Roman


Ulysses is Not a Novel

 

No, Joyce’s Ulysses is no novel.

Yes, it’s novel, as the poet said, new.

Yes, it may, tricks play, and make you grovel

No, you can’t load art like Neo’s Kung Fu.

Like life worthwhile, it takes miles of time.

If it’s a poem, it’s of epic space

Like its pre-echo, Homer’s old view rhyme,

And reverberates all over the place.

But poetry’s squidly definitions

Cannot capture Joyce’s nouveau gestalt.

Science mistook for art of magicians

Results when the old falls under assault.

Like it or not, Joyce’s art broke the hold

Of space and time the old matrix controlled.

 

 

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