Poetry, of sorts

riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

So begins James Joyce's Finnegans Wake, a work that makes Ulysses read like Dr Seuss. I just love that phrase, "from swerve of shore to bend of bay" ... reminds me of Dublin Bay.

Famously, Finnegans Wake gave us

Three quarks for Muster Mark!
Sure he hasn't got much of a bark
And sure any he has it's all beside the mark.

a chorus "sung" by seagulls and from which the term 'quark' was taken by Murray Gell-Mann.

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