"Warren Zevon's 'Werewolves of London'" by James Joyce

[blogslut]

The shaggy, hunched Werewolf of London stalked the Soho street in the rain, carrying in his left hand a neatly folded Chinese menu pale as birch bark. Displeased at his inability to locate the restaurant whose menu he bore, and consumed with a perfervid yearning for a gargantuan platter of glistening beef chow mein, he shook the night’s rainwater out of his luxuriant fur and intoned:

— Aaaooo!

Halted, he cast a lethal stare with his yellow-irised, slit-pupiled eyes at the hum-buzz neon lights across the thoroughfare to behold Lee Ho Fook’s.

— Aaaooo! the Werewolf of London cried. Aaaoooooo!

moar at: https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/warren-zevons-werewolves-of-london-by-james-joyce

[kairos12]

1. Love that song and all things. Zevon. Passed way too soon.

[malthaussen]

2. Finally, some Joyce I can enjoy. n/t

[Arthur_Frain]

3. Loathe Joyce, love Zevon

so conflicted!