POEM

HAPPY WERE THE PEOPLE GIVEN NEW POSTURES TO PERFORM AT DAWN AND AGAIN AT DUSK


If it isn’t comprehensible, then what shall we do with the body, Mother?

epigram

The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronn
tonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohooho
ordenenthurnuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early
in bed and later on life down through all christian minstrelsy.

James Joyce, Finnegan's Wake (1939).