Stranger Fruit

Poetry, of sorts

riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

So begins James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake, a work that makes Ulysses read like Dr Seuss. I just love that phrase, “from swerve of shore to bend of bay” … reminds me of Dublin Bay.

Famously, Finnegans Wake gave us

Three quarks for Muster Mark!
Sure he hasn’t got much of a bark
And sure any he has it’s all beside the mark.

a chorus “sung” by seagulls and from which the term ‘quark’ was taken by Murray Gell-Mann.