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\u00a0a professor adapting Joyce for opera<\/strong><\/p>\n he is mining for music now he raids Finnegan\u2019s Wake his job is dangerous <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Stefan Kielbasiewicz<\/strong> studies English in York. He has previously lived in six different countries and speaks five languages. He started writing when he was fifteen and still cannot pick a favourite writer. He enjoys playing music and being outdoors.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0a professor adapting Joyce for opera he is mining for music in Ulysses\u2019s cave where the white walls loaded with black English sparkle every now and then, hoisting himself deeper into a covalence of meanings that undress silently with their back to him, tapping his tongue-tipped pickaxe on each shoulder vowel and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10318","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10318","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10318"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10318\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10321,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10318\/revisions\/10321"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10318"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10318"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10318"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin Ulysses\u2019s cave
\nwhere the white walls
\nloaded with black English
\nsparkle every now and then,
\nhoisting himself deeper
\ninto a covalence of meanings
\nthat undress silently
\nwith their back to him,
\ntapping
\nhis tongue-tipped pickaxe
\non each shoulder vowel
\nand rib consonant \u2013
\nan ear pressed
\nclose.<\/p>\n
\nfor buried strings of phrases
\nthat he can carry off around his neck
\nand yet leave uncovered
\nin firm soil.<\/p>\n
\nthe instruments are waiting
\nacross the sea
\nand we can be caved in
\nat any moment.<\/p>\n