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My Flarf poem

Here comes the noble Dedalus cried a high throaty voice

They walked southward in silence

I will take the risk, said Stephen

Hence Cranley’s despair of soul: the child of exhausted loins

Soul free and fancy free.

 

I am glad he escaped, Stephen had said with a laugh

Go on Stevie, I have a hard head, you tell me

Dedalus, you’re an anti-social being wrapped up for yourself

The ivy whines upon the wall

And what about ivory ivy?

 

It might clear up, sir

All had died: all had been judged

Sin, remember, is a twofold enormity

The preacher began to speak in a quiet friendly tone

I have to leave a message down in George’s Street

 

The way I did my Flarf poem was that I got random sentences from James Joyce’s book A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. The first line mentions the name Dedalus and there are references to Dedalus’ first name Stephen. Stephen Dedalus is the main character in the book.