A Haberdasher’s Spectacle
Hats I neither own nor have doffed or thrown willy-nilly into the air.
Calico Cat hats and hats made from Ruggeri and ammonite, a haberdasher’s spectacle of hats, caps, bonnets and toques. A milliner’s hatter of hats: bonnets, caps, toques, boaters, bucket hats, fedoras, pointy, slouchy, sun bonnets, Trilbies, Balmoral Bonnet, Borsalino, zucchetto, turban, Boucle, capuchon, Taqiyah, Suma cap, Flat cap, garrison cap, wedge cap, rain hat, kepi, skullcap cap, Kufi cap, Nasaq toque, Salakot, newsboy cap and the nightcap cap.
da drew a bead
jowl to shoulder
then backed off as the calf’s
head fell, calving season
came late that year, too
late for prayers or
da’s temper
The clochard met the harridan who in turn met the man in the hat at the church bazaar, the second of the year. The harridan’s sister was busy arranging her knick-knacks, Pop-sickle stick figurines and dollies tatted from old rags and shoestring, an assortment of glass jars, some blue and red, others red and blue, and gunboats made from Paper-Mache, when the clochard appeared to the left of her, his eyes closed tighter than a pugilist’s fist. ‘Orange’ he said in a hissing staccato, ‘lime sherbet and kiwi’.
da
poached
flies with the
cob of his tongue
drawing blood
blacker than
quid
your eyes two greenstones
dulse blue lips that bespoke not a lie; I make paper kites
without tails: palmaria palmate, you said
you’re lips making a pocking sound
I will gather your hair into a skein
the taut of my fingers ferrying knots into bows
then I will lay you in the crib of my arms
a child’s smirk on the kip of my face
Calico Cat hats and hats made from Ruggeri and ammonite, a haberdasher’s spectacle of hats, caps, bonnets and toques. A milliner’s hatter of hats: bonnets, caps, toques, boaters, bucket hats, fedoras, pointy, slouchy, sun bonnets, Trilbies, Balmoral Bonnet, Borsalino, zucchetto, turban, Boucle, capuchon, Taqiyah, Suma cap, Flat cap, garrison cap, wedge cap, rain hat, kepi, skullcap cap, Kufi cap, Nasaq toque, Salakot, newsboy cap and the nightcap cap.
da drew a bead
jowl to shoulder
then backed off as the calf’s
head fell, calving season
came late that year, too
late for prayers or
da’s temper
The clochard met the harridan who in turn met the man in the hat at the church bazaar, the second of the year. The harridan’s sister was busy arranging her knick-knacks, Pop-sickle stick figurines and dollies tatted from old rags and shoestring, an assortment of glass jars, some blue and red, others red and blue, and gunboats made from Paper-Mache, when the clochard appeared to the left of her, his eyes closed tighter than a pugilist’s fist. ‘Orange’ he said in a hissing staccato, ‘lime sherbet and kiwi’.
da
poached
flies with the
cob of his tongue
drawing blood
blacker than
quid
your eyes two greenstones
dulse blue lips that bespoke not a lie; I make paper kites
without tails: palmaria palmate, you said
you’re lips making a pocking sound
I will gather your hair into a skein
the taut of my fingers ferrying knots into bows
then I will lay you in the crib of my arms
a child’s smirk on the kip of my face
3 Comments:
Poignant and lovely Stephen. In the first copy of 'Ulysses' that I read, I have written down all the page references that have something to do with hats on so I really like the beginning of this. I tell you, there is a book to be written about hats in Ulysses. I bet someone has already done it!
There's a great contrast between the beginning and the end of this - humour and then something ethereal at the end don't you think?
Molly
Thanks my dear...funny, I don't wear a hat, any hat, but seem to be obsessed with other's who do.
My granddad was a Liverpuddlian, and I seldom if ever saw him without a well brushed fedora on his head.
I need must go back to the beginning of Ulysses and count up the hats myself, sounds so darn interesting, all those hats and dogsbodies, enough to send a man caroming into the Moyle below.
I'm in the process of applying for a grant for the James Joyce Summer School in Dublin this July 12, a week of non-alcoholic Guinness and cornish pasties.
You might get a Dublin prawn open sandwich at Davy Byrne's if you're lucky. I think you'll be hard pressed to find a pasty.
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