# ulysses (blogs) — RSS Amplifier Recent posts from the 1 feeds in the RSS Amplifier directory that cover ulysses. Page: Feed: --- ## [My Own Private Ulysses: 2026 A Psychodyssey](https://www.robertromanempire.com/single-post/my-own-private-ulysses-2026-a-psychodyssey) _2026-08-04 · Robert Roman · robertromanempire.com_ 2026: A Psychodyssey Tell me about a schizophrenic man And show how his Greek mind was truly lost. Was that before or after Troy it ran Amuck, the lives of his men paid the cost. He took delusion’s word as gods’ advice, And sailed off on the oddest of guilt trips, Then added opiates, what’s one more vice To our most epic con man’s many rips? Once the psycho summed up his long path, With nothing… ## [My Own Private Ulysses: Offline Odysseys](https://www.robertromanempire.com/single-post/my-own-private-ulysses-offline-odysseys) _2026-07-28 · Robert Roman · robertromanempire.com_ Offline Odysseys Go see The Odyssey in a theater, Think on it, talk of it, read about it, Read whatever translation of Homer, Then read another you heard is horseshit. Maybe even learn a few words of Greek, And read that short poem by Tennyson, Tune in to a podcast, be a good geek, Watch The Odyssey of Homer Simpson. And Clooney in O Brother, Where Art Thou, And Douglas, Assante, Fiennes, it’s… ## [My Own Private Ulysses: Joycespearean Sonnet 144](https://www.robertromanempire.com/single-post/my-own-private-ulysses-joycespearean-sonnet-144) _2026-07-18 · Robert Roman · robertromanempire.com_ Joycespearean Sonnet 144 Two games I play of James Joyce and Will’s verse, Which toy with your boy inversely in turn. But life invades my wordy universe: A devil girl’s love. Will I ever learn? My games were interlaced, but life was not, And since we interfaced, it’s all infused. My demon lover’s just too goddamned hot, Her intercourse has left me all-confused. To win my games involves some homing… ## [My Own Private Ulysses: Joycespearean Sonnet 18](https://www.robertromanempire.com/single-post/my-own-private-ulysses-joycespearean-sonnet-18) _2026-07-06 · Robert Roman · robertromanempire.com_ “Uncle Charles, puffing away at his pipe in the outhouse he calls “his arbour” is a Namer, and deserves to have something named for him. So let us designate the Uncle Charles Principle: the narrative idiom need not be the narrator’s.” - Hugh Kenner, Joyce’s Voices Joycespearean Sonnet 18 Shall I repair what Kenner made in err? The Uncle Charles Principle he swung, While Lily’s “literally’s” far… ## [My Own Private Ulysses: Post Bloomsday Blues](https://www.robertromanempire.com/single-post/my-own-private-ulysses-post-bloomsday-blues) _2026-06-21 · Robert Roman · robertromanempire.com_ Post Bloomsday Blues And another Bloomsday’s in the books, So, no more naughty, bad words, boo-hoo-hoo! And no more goody prude-shoes’ dirty looks. So, what’s a James Joyce junkie s’posed to do? Get lit on today’s lit? What big stores sell? Or run the marathon of Moby Dick? Oh, no, without my Joyce fix, life’ll be Hell. I want red-headed women’s donkey kick! How ‘bout the Tower Academia? No, I… ## [My Own Private Ulysses: On a Wall of the Glyptotek](https://www.robertromanempire.com/single-post/my-own-private-ulysses-on-a-wall-of-the-glyptotek) _2026-04-07 · Robert Roman · robertromanempire.com_ Art by Paul Cezanne, Self Portrait with Bowler Hat , 1885 “Wise Bloom eyed on the door a poster, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all. Hair streaming: lovelorn. For some man. For Raoul. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a jaunting car. It is. Again. Third time. Coincidence. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the bridge to… ## [My Own Private Ulysses: April is the Foolest Month](https://www.robertromanempire.com/single-post/my-own-private-ulysses-april-is-the-foolest-month) _2026-03-29 · Robert Roman · robertromanempire.com_ April is the Foolest Month No, April’s not the cruelest month, T.S. And creepy winter never kept us warm. Your Bloomsbury band bred some real B.S. But worse, the crone Woolf froze her own art form. The Book of Bloom was born without a bang Or whiff of gold or frankincense or myrrh. The anti-magi snarled with flash of fang, The gifts they bared: scold, skank pretense, and slur. The newborn thing… ## [My Own Private Ulysses: “Why the Shakespearean Sonnet?” Asked the Open-Mic Host](https://www.robertromanempire.com/single-post/my-own-private-ulysses-why-the-shakespearean-sonnet-asked-the-open-mic-host) _2026-03-18 · Robert Roman · robertromanempire.com_ “Why the Shakespearean Sonnet?” Asked the Open-Mic Host Here’s how my sonnet psychosis was born: ‘Gainst Hemingway I did commit a crime. His gem, “For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn,” I stole it. Then I shined it up with rhyme. And my next victim: crazy Ezra Pound, I smashed and grabbed his spanking new haiku. Don’t blame me, what goes around comes around, He robbed the old and claimed to, “Make it… ## [My Own Private Ulysses: On the Wall of a Museum #6](https://www.robertromanempire.com/single-post/my-own-private-ulysses-on-the-wall-of-a-museum-6) _2026-03-10 · Robert Roman · robertromanempire.com_ Art by Noah Davis Bad Boy for Life , 2007 BELLO: (Coaxingly.) Come, ducky dear, I want a word with you, darling, just to administer correction. Just a little heart to heart talk, sweety. (Bloom puts out her timid head.) There’s a good girly now. (Bello grabs her hair violently and drags her forward.) I only want to correct you for your own good on a soft safe spot. How’s that tender behind? O,… ## [Sync bookmarks across every browser (Sponsored)](https://crawlproof.com/a/0MODB4azvJIX) _2026-03-10 · **Sponsored**_ Two-way sync across Chrome, Firefox and Safari; built-in ad and tracker blocker. ## [My Own Private Ulysses: On the Wall of a Museum #5](https://www.robertromanempire.com/single-post/my-own-private-ulysses-on-the-wall-of-a-museum-5) _2026-02-27 · Robert Roman · robertromanempire.com_ Art by Pierre Bonnard Le Pont du Carrousel à Paris , 1903 “Prrprr. Must be the bur. Fff! Oo. Rrpr. Nations of the earth. No-one behind. She’s passed. Then and not till then. Tram kran kran kran. Good oppor. Coming. Krandlkrankran. I’m sure it’s the burgund. Yes. One, two. Let my epitaph be. Kraaaaaa. Written. I have. Pprrpffrrppffff. Done.” - Ulysses, James Joyce Today’s Ezraku : On the Wall of a…