Found Poem

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ZanyPlebeian
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Tue Mar 21, 2006 2:30 pm
ZanyPlebeian says... · Tue Mar 21, 2006 2:30 pm
Found Poem – Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man p. 79

Half Dublin was witless;
circling round the neighbouring square,
down sidestreets, a skeleton
map in his mind.
The customhouse passed unchallenged.
The docks, quays, corks that lay bobbing,
yellow scum.

The vastness and strangeness of life
suggested unrest and wandering.
Amid this bustling life,
a vague dissatisfaction continued
as he sought someone that eluded him.
"Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others."
-Virginia Woolf
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Wed Mar 22, 2006 2:32 am
xanthan gum says... · Wed Mar 22, 2006 2:32 am
this sounded great, and i knew it had a clear theme but i couldn't pin-point more than just a vague feeling of cities, sewers and slight disgust.
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