For five days now I’ve been reading five pages of Ulysses in the morning. I enjoy the ritual of it, and the language which has a music to it. I don’t understand every line. But so what. I don’t understand every line of some of my favorite songs. I’ve read Ulysses twice before. 30 years ago I read five pages every morning like now in a first floor apartment in Lakewood, Ohio. I read it out loud. I maybe had a cigarette.
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