T.L. Morrisey

Showing posts with label Montreal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Montreal. Show all posts

Sunday, March 24, 2024

Wednesday, February 28, 2024

End of February 2012
















 

This is what the end of February looked like fourteen years ago, in 2012. This has been a very mild winter and no one wants to return to these snowy cold winters.

Sunday, January 28, 2024

Montreal on 28 January 2013

 


Mary, Queen of the World Cathedral 
Marie, reine de la monde


Windsor Station, once the head office
of the Canadian Pacific Railroad



St. George's Anglican church, across the street
from Windsor Station




St. George's Anglican Church


A statue of Sir John A. Macdonald, as is
typical today the statue was attacked,
splattered with paint, decapitated several times,
toppled from where it stood, and finally removed


Sir John A. Macdonald




Thursday, December 21, 2023

"Montreal Lane Vision" by Tom Konyves

 

Tom Konyves, at his AM Productions in Vancouver, 1992

Tom Konyves and Stephen Morrissey, at a poetry reading in
Vancouver, 1991



A couple of clothespins later

another creak

the cat looks up

in heat: a sunbather looks down

in between the leafy branches

where the sparrow turns and spies its mate.


And it's these sparrows

who repeat all our thoughts

in their infernal dialogues

their gossip not meant for us

watching rainbuckets mirror

the stately Versailles. 


Published in Bite, volume 1, number 4;

Vancouver, 1988.

Friday, December 8, 2023

"Wedged" by Joan Thornton

Hand/Grenade by Joan Thornton

                             


6   am

damp

in darkness

North Sea

slapping

on the rump

of 

Europe


In

Montreal

not 

so  far

we cannot

feel

that strain

as

Real

riot-

ous   im-

mediate

as

the States

whose sharp Spring

tremor

like 

subterran-

ean

shiver

-- shifts

our centres

of

atten-

tion

        NOW  -far

out along

dark

borders

where

for miles

un-

easy

    migrants

perch

the ragged

edges

of

a storm


Thornton, Joan. Hand Grenade. Ottawa, The Golden Dog Press, 1973


Thursday, October 5, 2023

"Poem of the Daily Work of The Workmen and Workwomen of These States" by Walt Whitman

 

The men who constructed
the Victoria bridge


       This is the poem of occupations;

In the labor of engines and trades, and the labor of fields, I find eternal meanings. Workmen and Workwomen! Offspring of ignorant and poor, boys apprenticed to trades, working on farms, Sailor-men, merchant-men, immigrants, House-building, blacksmithing, glass-blowing, Ship-joining, dock-building, fish-curing, ferrying, The pump, the pile-driver, the great derrick, the brick-kiln, Coal-mines, the lamps in the darkness, echoes songs, Iron-works, the great mills and factories; The slaughter-house of the butcher, the killing-hammer, The hoghook, scalder's tub, gutting, the cutter's cleaver, The men and work of men, on railroads, fish-boats, canals; The daily routine of shop, yard, store, or factory; In them the heft of the heaviest, In them far more than you estimated, In things best known to you, finding the best, Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this place; You workwomen and workmen of these States

having your own divine and strong life.

                                            --Walt Whitman, 1855 


 



Monday, May 29, 2023

Mordecai Richler at Mount Royal Cemetery

Sometimes I visit the graves of Montreal writers and statesmen, politicians and businessmen, when I visit Mount Royal Cemetery; these are the people who made Montreal a once great city. Here are some photos of Mordecai Richler's grave.


2012





2015


May, 2023


Friday, May 12, 2023

Spring visit to Mount Royal Cemetery

You can draw a thick black line across history: there is before Covid and after Covid; and "after Covid" is worse than Covid. I really doubt any political party can reverse our decline, or wants to reverse it; the choice is between which party will accelerate the decline and which party will slow the decline. Of course, some places were on the decline before Covid and their decline was made more obvious by Covid. 

So, draw your line in the sand, draw it on paper with a thick black Sharpie, and say farewell to the past. 

Photos taken at Mount Royal Cemetery or 08 May 2023.




Above: the Molson mausoleum