#Ulysses

Julia Turner wrote an excellent article in last week’s NY Times Magazine, #InPraiseOfTheHashTag. The commentary is spot-on, and it got me thinking about how I use hashtags – they’re slotted into emails I send my friends, text messages, actual verbal conversation…it’s truly transcended Twitter and the web.

So, with that in mind, I decided to do a “hashtag reading” of my favorite poem, “Ulysses”. #tongueincheek

#Ulysses
IT little profits that an idle king, #idlehands #yayiambic
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, #youshouldbesolucky I mete and dole
Unequal laws #occupyithaca unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink #jwblue
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy’d #midlifecrisis
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those
That lov’d me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vex’d the dim sea. I am become a name; #navelgazing
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known: cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments, #thedistrict
Myself not least, but honor’d of them all;
…  #tldr #exposition #blahblahblah
To this my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle— #onepercent
Well-lov’d of me, discerning to fulfil
This labor, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, #47percent and thro’ soft degrees
Subdue them #serfdom to the useful and the good
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail #underwhelmed
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods, #ouch #burn Telemachus = #nancyboy?
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. #dropthemic
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, — Didn’t he get back to Ithaca with his entire crew dead? #revisionisthistory
Souls that have toil’d and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome #reaching took
The thunder and sunshine, and oppos’d
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old; #fnl #cleareyes #fullhearts
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil;
Death closes all; #morbid but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. #egotrip
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: #acidtrip
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. #hearingvoices #dementia or #psychosis?
Come, my friends, #ghosts #captainmycaptain
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purposes holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die. #dramaqueen
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: #climatechange
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.  #behonest #yourfault #awkward
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days #TheExpendables
Mov’d earth and heaven #Legen #WaitForIt #Dary, that which we are, we are: #captainobvious
One equal temper of heroic hearts, #ATeam
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. #yolo

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