Eglise Sainte-Catherine-de-Sienne Catholic Church, 25 April 2025

Eglise Sainte-Catherine-de-Sienne Catholic Church is on Somerled Avenue near Coronation Avenue, it has a mostly Italian congregation and services are in Italian and French.

A Tiny Garden, 13 May 2025

I always enjoy seeing the tiny garden on the corner of Nelson and Westminster. A work of love, this garden is always perfectly maintained. Here are some photos of the garden taken on 13 May 2025.

Crows, Canadian Cottage Garden, 12 May 2025

 

At the garden centre, 6 May 2025

Vincelli’s Garden Centre is long gone but we still have,  locally, the Reno-Depot Garden Centre on rue St-Jacques, and this is where I was on Tuesday, 6 May 2025. A good selection of flowers but nothing extraordinary. I bought three hanging baskets at a reasonable price (each $14.99 plus tax) and I plan to return for two or three more; I could plant hanging baskets myself but then there is waiting for them to be as mature as these baskets already planted and purchased by me. There isn’t a lot of gardening time in this climate. 

The famous sink hole on Somerled Avenue

This has been on the television news and reported in newspapers, how a huge sink hole appeared overnight on the corner of Somerled Avenue and Mariette Avenue. There have been bigger sink holes, for instance on Ste. Catherine Street where a car disappeared into the sink hole. This present sink hole was just beginning to be dealt with when I happened to walk by, already a video photographer from a local television station was present recording the sink hole for that day's TV news, it was Monday at 10:00 a.m., May 5, 2025.

A few weeks ago water was gushing from the asphalt from a street near here. It was repaired but, yesterday, I see it was not repaired properly. Photos below:

The return of nature is exaggerated

A rabbit in our neighbour's yard

 

Wild turkeys have returned to this area

Somewhere on the West Island of Montreal beavers have returned and are bothering the local people with their behaviour, they are felling trees along the shore and the earth is being eroded there. It is not so much that nature is returning but that the natural habitat for wildlife is being invaded by people and the wildlife has nowhere to go but to live among us. It’s not so bad, food is plentiful, and the animals get used to eating what we discard. The other night, it was 4 a.m., our spotlight in the rear of the house went on and I saw a big fat raccoon walk by the basement window not three feet from where I was standing. Other visitors include skunks, rabbits, ground hogs, and many types of birds I rarely saw even five years ago; for instance, many cardinals, juncos, and other birds. I never saw any wildlife when I was growing up in this neighbourhood, on Oxford Avenue, that’s because only a few blocks away there were a few fields where animals and birds could still live. Or these animals that we didn’t see in the past are now among us, moved in from the surrounding countryside, because the off-island land is being developed. These fields that were in this neighbourhood are long gone, condos, apartment buildings, and duplexes were constructed there years ago. As another example, rue Norman (in Lachine, parallel to Highway 20) used to be wide-open fields, some of it formerly used for agriculture, now it’s an industrial zone and made up of garages, trucks, and various companies.

A ground hog with babies on the next street over

Morning walk on 09 May 2018

Morning walk on this day seven years ago; how innocent even seven years ago seems today...

How to write a poem, and reading poems

 

29 May 2014

While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed,

As to long panoramas of visions.

           --Walt Whitman,  "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d"

Some contemporary poetry is obscure, some of it has an intellectual affectation, it might say to the reader—the reader might intuit—that this poetry is meaningless and that perhaps it was written more for insiders than average people. Of course, there is nothing wrong with being difficult, I applaud being difficult; what is difficult today may be obvious to future readers. But, still, this poetry is more an extension of life's confusion, not an understanding of it, not clarity, not even clarity grounded in an aesthetic presentation, only more confusion. I like direct plain concise language which is an achievement in expression, it is also a very difficult achievement. Poetry deals with the human condition, it isn’t about language, it isn't word play, it isn’t being clever, it isn't jibber jabber, gibberish, abracadabra, or intellectual flim flam... The clue to understanding poetry is that it must be authentic to psyche—that’s all it has to do—otherwise it is meaningless to the reader, it is obscure, obfuscating, pretend intellectual, not real poetry, it doesn’t communicate or offer communion with the reader, it just adds to the overall confusion of life.

There is writing poetry and there is reading poetry, these are two different experiences. If you write poetry then the process is that writing poetry precedes having ideas about poetry and it may take you places—the unknown—in your writing that you never knew you would visit, but if you have preconceptions about what you want to write then you will never visit these new places and new themes in your poetry. It used to be popular to be a Marxist and write about Marxism in one's poems, that is now outdated and old fashioned; today, the popular thing is gender and gender dysphoria, but writing about gender dysphoria doesn't produce real poetry although real poetry may be about gender and gender dysphoria. Poetry isn't prose and some poets should turn to prose if they want to communicate a specific message on some topic of importance to them. 

Writing poetry is different than reading poetry; even though it might be one’s calling in life, writing poetry may only be temporary. Coleridge wrote poems for only two years, it was his calling but it was only for two or so years. Some poetry you read stays with you for a lifetime; poetry or some other art form, for instance visual art or music, changes and deepens as you get older, as you return to it at different times in your life and as you mature as a person, then it gives you a new perspective on what you used to believe. Poetry can also work at an intuitive level, or be an intellectual apprehension, or work at a deeper or different perspective of one's life, and whether one is reading poetry or writing poetry one must always be authentic to psyche. Poetry is visionary and an expression of the soul, it isn't a treatise, a dissertation, it isn't propaganda, it isn’t fiction or prose; for this reason poetry doesn't have a greater place in our contemporary world even though reams of poetry are written and published every year. 

Revised: 07, 08, 11 May 2025

Kensington Presbyterian Church, 21 April 2025

I visited Kensington Presbyterian Church because the polling station for the 28 April 2025 Federal election was located there; I thought this church had closed long ago but I see, in their website, that although the congregation is smaller now it is still very active; "We are a Christian community worshipping in the heart of NDG — since 1896! The community of NDG has changed a great deal since then, and so have we." The church, the place of worship, is now Knox Centre for performing arts. The church is located at 6225 Godfrey Avenue, in NDG