– I said a little prayer for you. – Where did you send it? – I tied it to the leg of a bird. – Not how did you send it. Where did you send it? To whom did you send it? – Oh, I leave that up to the birds.
…from the 4th chapter of Joyce’s “Ulysses,” as Bloom prepares breakfast, his cat lingering by: Another slice of bread and butter: three, four: right. She didn’t like her plate full. Right. He turned from the tray, lifted the kettle off the hob and set it sideways on the fire. It sat there, dull and squat, […]
Is there any expression more ephemeral than the tweet? Tweets are like mosquitoes, they bite and you have to scratch, and they fly about in swarms. Of course, you don’t have to go out into the twittering evening. There are many species of tweets but all have a short life cycle. Tweets are tiny. Large […]