FUCK IMF

Strings in the earth and air

Make music sweet;

Strings by the river where

The willows meet.

There's music along the river

For Love wanders there,

Pale flowers on his mantle,

Dark leaves on his hair.

All softly playing,

With head to the music bent,

And fingers straying

Upon an instrument.

James Joyce, in Chamber Music (1907), Poems and Shorter Writings, Faber and Faber, 1991, p. 13. A fotografia foi tirada no St. Stephen's Green, Dublin, durante a digestão de um Irish beef stew with Guiness.