Ulysse’s review of Eurotrash > Likes and Comments

Hmmm Ulysse, now I am curious about this Mr. Harris?

David wrote: "Hmmm Ulysse, now I am curious about this Mr. Harris?"

Mr Harris, if you care to know, is a little man with a moustache and a brief case, in his forties, balding, a mortgage on his country house, a wife and three daughters, a simple man who plays bridge on the weekends and falls asleep in his armchair after watching the evening news. Someone you would not necessarily notice in a crowd, a discreet man with a nine to five job and an electric toothbrush. Every Sunday evening he trims his nostril hairs before the bathroom mirror, humming songs that were hits before your mother was born. Whenever I want to write a poem, I invoke Mr Harris for he is my Muse. There you have it, David, my deepest, darkest secret :-)

"Breathing authors!" Yes, I like this shelf of yours.

As always, bro, I loved this review.

The heart beating, point-counterpoint. Genius, Ulysses! The furthest thing from trash this review! :)

I suppose my only question is: Does Mr. Harris retain these nostril hairs for posterity? In a little Ziploc bag, perhaps? If so, then I'd consider him typical Eurotrash.

Thanks, Julie! My review doesn’t say much about the novel in question but I enjoyed it tremendously and would recommend it to anyone. Such a great mother-son relationship, in a dysfunctional kind of loving way.

Thanks Jonathan 😊 I write trash occasionally, but Eurotrash, never!

Nostril hairs in ziplock bags? Quelle idée saugrenue! No Mr Harris leaves them on the bathroom sink and Mrs Harris complains about it every Sunday evening.

I really loved the part about the life that surrounds you is fleeting, Ulysse. I think that’s the part I connected with most. Sometimes life becomes so full of things that have to be done that I forget to notice it while it’s actually happening. Reading is one of the few things that slows me down enough to do that - to sit still for a while and pay attention. Maybe that’s why those lines meant more to me than the ones about money or work.

Pia G. wrote: "I really loved the part about the life that surrounds you is fleeting, Ulysse. I think that’s the part I connected with most. Sometimes life becomes so full of things that have to be done that I ..."

Thanks Pia! I know it's a cliché but everything is so fleeting. Even writing these words now will be a distant memory in no time. There's no use hanging on, one has to live and love life in all its messiness. The good times and the bad (the good more).

I wonder if anyone has thought up an Antipodean Trash, story. Could be the sequel.

Nick wrote: "I wonder if anyone has thought up an Antipodean Trash, story. Could be the sequel."

Are you volunteering, Nick? Could be a bestseller. Aussietrash. Has a good ring to it.

The subtleties in the folds of a poem
The meaning between the lines
The suburban semis and quavers
Bringing forgotten lyrics to mind
Another suburban train tripper
Who left Mann for a Mister

J’ai beau être fonctionnaire stagiaire je n’arrive pas à arrêter la poésie.
J’ai beau être pétri de poésie, je n’arrive pas à être fonctionnaire stagiaire.
La vie est une galère sur l’océan du temps.
Chantons, moussaillons, il ne reste que ça à présent!

Now I'm thinking of another song lyric with a captain who's a wicked man, a right pourri in fact... Yeah, life's hard and we just want to sing our way home.

Well I feel so broke up I want to go home, Fionnuala!

Actually I'm home now, reading your always welcome comments :-)

Thanks for your darkest reveal Ulysse. Nothing like a muse for inspiration.

I think the trash blows on every continent. It's having a particularly good year in a place once united and comprised of states.

Can I rent Mr. Harris on a dark writing day?

No problem, David. Everyone has a muse, n’est-ce pas? Mine happens to be a balding middle-aged commuter by the name of Harris. Who’s yours?

Trash being the product of human activity, I’m not surprised it’s everywhere on the surface of the Earth, hell, it’s even in outer space. Let us do our best to at least keep our areas clean. I don’t know if Mr. Harris is for hire. I’ll ask him for you if you like.

Brilliant again my friend - loved it!! Your play with words is second to none! 🤗🦘🎈

Mark wrote: "Brilliant again my friend - loved it!! Your play with words is second to none! 🤗🦘🎈"

As Garth from Wayne's World says: I like to play :-)

Your crowning glory, this one! Thanks to Mr Harris, perchance?
My thirteen-year-old granddaughter use that word, 'perchance' recently in casual conversation - I was thrilled!

J.C. wrote: "Your crowning glory, this one! Thanks to Mr Harris, perchance?
My thirteen-year-old granddaughter use that word, 'perchance' recently in casual conversation - I was thrilled!"

Thanks, Jeanne! Perchance is a lovely word. Must have been delightful to hear it from the lips of a thirteen-year-old. Your grand-daughter, eh? She is cut from the same cloth :-)