And in case the link dies here is the effusion with hitherto unpublished explanatory notes in purpule. What intrigued me is how easy it is to do this badly and how that underlines why doing it well is so insanely difficult.
Jay's son and the Fish Herman
Yes, G O’logical, harmed with prick and stammers, is evacuating my fallacious period, hoping to find dinner saucers.
This began as a totally meaningless play on Geological because I liked the idea of my “fallacious period”…I had no idea what it meant. The geologist is armed with prick, not pick, and this then sets up, again unintentionally, all the sexual references to follow. Dinner saucers a meaningless play on dinosaurs.
Back then I was on the royal road to the sub-constable, running from the veryneesy, anal trickcyclist , Siggy, who was arrested for a fraudulent slit.
The royal road to the subconscious is Freud’s description of dreams, hence Siggy the Vienese psychiatrist, or psychoanalyst. I've always liked the idea that anal is in psychoanalysis. Though for me references to constables=the third policeman so the Royal Road=The rocky Road to Dublin…Freudian slip=fraudulent slit (linked to prick above, as well as “leers” in the “pubelick louse”)
G.O, I says, says I, while nostalgicating alcofrolickally over a few leers in the pubelick louse:
q) Cans’t shell me eggs acterly what eventumanated?
a) Whilst imprisonyated by the sub-constuble, under sub section fifty spew, parachute 3, sub selection hive of the indecency fact, inside the sub-vestibule he did endite a tome, hight, in the vernacular, “The interpolation of creams” The interpretation of dreams…exonerating his fraudamunt slit. And fleeced us all for gold.the first of several Jason and the Argonaut references and at the same time the idea that the book “fleeced us”…is in itself a kind of fraud….
q) Ah G.O me dear, have some cold cheese, (Argo (Jayson’s ship), Medea, (his wife) Colchis, where he went to) which picks up Fleece above and then runs into the idea of the quest which follows) slurp your grin bionic and tell to me in words spain and dimple of the subconstabo hoo buouillion. Where id ego?
a) the royal road to the subconscious has become the rocky road to Dublin…here introduced by the usual nonsense rhyme of an irish chorus…Whack his folderol he diddled his dildo on the rocky road to bubbling, from galway’s bay to the swine dark tea(irish=tea drinking…swine dark is obvious though it links to a run on pig jokes)
q) You can’t pig snore ham, canoe? (You can’t ignore him, can you?) But doing what, tell me tell me. Give me the goss.
A) well, as I’ve heard it said, he was burning hairs all the way. (The chorus to rocky road is “hunt the hair and turn her/ all the way to Dublin/Whack fol ol de ra (and god alone knows what “hunt the hare and turn her” is supposed to mean )
q) That and that alone?
a) this now riffs off on Yeats’ “The Wanderings of Aengus” which is another quest narrative…what follows is obvious word play if you know the poem… Nah, he wanted to arrestimacate a deviant old fish Herman, Aengus his mythical moniker. Clammed to have cast his line and caught a dish, a silvery stout! . When he laid his crutch upon the tyre, it burned into a simmering churl, with apple blossom round her fair, who flashed her bits at him and ran, into the dark king’s lair. Singing “maids, when you’re young, never bed a cold ham” (The last bit is “maids when you’re young/never wed an old man” a song giving reasons why young girls shouldn’t do this…and which gives the silent girl in Yeats' poem a bit of a voice. The pig reference is obvious and leads back to Pig snore, but also to tea (cut ham for “tea”…) )
q) Anne Heeded? (And he did?)
a) No no, that was not her nam. Some think she was a fig meant for his imagined nation. (Obvious) He Followed up the airy mountain and down the rushy glen, (there’s a famous poem with this line in it…a dig at the essential sillyness of Aengus) with his blackthorn stick on the gravel walk, along the mountain road (OK, After the rocky road there’s now comes a run on tune titles )
Q) Your mystical musical jigging code leaves me reeling…a gentle nudge in case the point is missedbut tell me, tell me…by the lord Harry Doodlums…the porpoise he proposed, to himself if to no other, not his father or his mother or his sister or his brother, the desired, to him, termination of his endless vagabondation, of his up goings and down comings, on his hay down treaders across ridges and cwms, his wadings through streams, his weddings through corn, his windings through sheds and beds and streets and sheets, his lookings and his lostings, his hopings and gropings , his endless leavings and arrivings? this is fairly obvious….though Hay down treaders is a passing reference to Seamus Ennis’ awesome “Don Niperi Septo” (Which Carson prints as “The Dairy Maid” in 'Last Night’s Fun')…...Ennis is one of the great Pipers, and he introduces “the smokey house reel" with an brilliant bit of storytelling about a little girl who gets hired by a strange man who teaches her to rename everything in the house. The punchline goes: “ Rise up from your Barnacle, Dom Niperi Septoe and put on your Fortune’s crackers and your Hay–down treaders and come down the Wooden Hill because white faced Simony has a spot of Hot Cockelorum on his tail and if we don’t pour Pondelorum on it quick the great castle of staw Bungle will be in hot cockalorum”….
a) Merely to osculate. (I avoided the obvious play on “pluck til time and times are done') Repeatedly, when he finally came to hour down. ( another song lurks here, Aitken drum(there came a man to our town etc…and his hat was made of the good roast beef”) after a dinner of the good roast beef, against her ruby slips (which links back to all the slit references earlier but also suggests his attentions may be unwanted ), and to fondle her digitals with his phone.
Jay son I’d not walk all the way to fork for that, I’d be interpolating creams to be sure eye wood,I’d want to see her very dinner saucers at the very least and fondle her blooms day after day.
Time, said the barmanminder, time to go Yes to G.O says I, Yes. (Ok, the absence of absent punctuation in the last section is obvious and so is the last word.)