“I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand, Disdaining the reins, with flutt’ring whips, the charioteers.”
(James Joyce in Chamber Music, no. 36) ‘s-Hertogenbosch (NL)
“Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue I do declare There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there.”