Loop Line

In speaking about motifs in Joyce's Ulysses today, PhD.R.Bye released from me a sudden moment of explicit revelation. It is to be sure we've all thought about it before but it is something we must come back to every once in a while: our place in the world. Proportions. My life is a but a blip in eternity. If we think of eternity as circular, or even a twisted ellipses (as the eternity symbol appears) there are curves along the entire movement of the figure. Though our lives appear to be a straight line in the space of our time on this earth, there are curves and turns and undulations.

We think, "START: birth; END: death."

-BIRTH- -------------(everything in between)---------------- - DEATH-

Railroad tracks are somewhat like this, because they are circularly connected, but when examined by the tiny person that I am while I am walking down it, it appears to be a long line disappearing over the horizon. It's important to place ourselves in this world, both large and small. Ulysses shows us this by revealing epic overarching themes as well as the explicit intricacies of flatulency, urination, defecation and menstration. It's scope is infinite. It is a mind-fuck and it is stimulating mine. That and coffee. And the lack of sleep. And Regina's beguiling voice:

IT'S HIP TO LOOP! - bill


This is how it works it feels a little worse than when we drove our hearse right through that screaming crowd while laughing up a storm until we were just bone until it got so warm that none of us could sleep and all the styrofoam began to melt away We tried to find some words to aid in the decay but none of them were home inside their catacomb: a million ancient bees began to sting our knees while we were on our knees praying that disease would leave the ones we love and never come again

On the radio we heard November Rain: that solo's really long but it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice 'cause the DJ was asleep

This is how it works
you're young until you're not
you love until you don't
you try until you can't
you laugh until you cry
you cry until you laugh
and everyone must breathe
until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
you peer inside yourself
you take the things you like
and try to love the things you took
and then you take that love you made
and stick it into some
someone else's heart
pumping someone else's blood
and walking arm in arm
you hope it don't get harmed
but even if it does
you'll just do it all again

and on the radio you'll hear November Rain: that solo's awful long but it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice 'cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio
Ba-budum-badum--buhm.

-RESPEKT