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Darrell Morrisey at the Linton Apartments

Always a prestigeous address, the Linton Apartments in downtown Montreal--near the corner of Guy and Sherbrooke Street West--was home to Darrell Morrisey, one of the "forgotten" Beaver Hall Artists, in  the early years of the 20th Century.

animals sealed in plastic for Christmas (2)

animals sealed in plastic for Christmas (1)

Buckminister Fuller's geodesic dome at Expo 67

Here is a view of Buckminster Fuller's geodesic dome--this was the American pavilion at Expo 67--seen here from the South Shore. In the eyes of many, Expo 67 was the last expression of Montreal's greatness; money is conservative and business avoids political unrest. With the popularity of Quebec separation from Canada, many head offices left the province. Expo was followed by the summer Olympics in 1976... Montreal was still on a roll, but native Montrealers remember the Olympics because of corruption, the Olympic stadium cost about $1B and it wasn't paid off until the early 2000s. Later that same year, on November 15, 1976, the Parti Quebecois was elected to power and with it economic decline began in earnest. The PQ represented different things to different people, to English-speaking Quebec it represented ethno-centricity and the oppression of the English-speaking community. However, most English-speaking Quebeckers accepted the new order of things in Quebec, they recognized that the status quo could not continue, that the French-majority should be masters in their own province. The English-speaking population that didn't accept how things had changed (approximately 200,000 people) left the province for life in Toronto, Calgary, and Vancouver. For the French-speaking majority it was a time for independence, guaranteeing the future of the French language and culture in Quebec, it was a time to celebrate. 

The Morrissey Tavern in 1993

Carolyn Zonailo and I at the now closed Morrissey Tavern on Yonge Street in Toronto. Photos by Rick McGrath.

Print by E. Mary Shelley, found in the garbage in Montreal

On a Vancouver beach

Direction Pont Champlain

South from the Champlain Bridge

these boots are made for walking

Venus Sweets, decorations by Guido Nincheri (three)

Venus Sweets, decorations by Guido Nincheri (two)

Venus Sweets, decorations by Guido Nincheri (one)

These postcards, of original art by Guido Nincheri, were exhibited at Victoria Hall in Westmount, Quebec as part of an exhibition of Nincheri`s work.

A Lost Poem by Artie Gold

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"The Doomsday Mice-Trap" was published in Anthol 4, winter 1975; edited by Bob Morrison

I am writing this in the Second Cup on Sherbrooke Street West, directly across the street from Artie Gold's old apartment. This is where CZ and I last met Artie, for coffee, one evening in January 2007 just a few weeks before his passing. I can look up and see Artie's apartment in The Westmore, at 7338 Sherbrooke Street West. Before this place was a Second Cup it was a restaurant where we all met, the Vehicule Poets, in April 2004, that was Artie, Claudia, Tom, Endre, and myself; why was John McA not there? I don't know. He tells me he wasn`t told of the meeting...

"The Doomsday Mice-Trap" is vintage Artie Gold, written in the early 1970s, the decade when Artie was most productive as a poet. It has his humour, his insight into life, the essence of Artie comes across in this poem. From what I've heard speaking with Patrick Hutchinson, just last week, we won't have any posthumous books by Artie, there is no cache of poems waiting to be published. Patrick organized Artie's papers that are now at Special Collections at McGill University. However, I know that Artie was still writing poetry in the 2000s, there is a beautiful poem for Luci King-Edwards, and possibly a few other poems somewhere. But Artie's poetry career basically ended in the late 1970s/early 1980s when he and Mary Brown went their separate ways. Then it's a spiral of welfare, drugs, and progressive illness (COPD not asthma!) until 2007 when the Montreal Chest Institute wanted Artie to take up full-time residence in the hospital, they felt he was no longer capable of taking care of himself. His long-term doctor there pleaded with him to stop using drugs and Artie's reply was that his life was such a hell the only happiness he had was using.

In the summer of 2010 I was living on the UBC campus, in Vancouver, and doing research at their Special Collections. A few years before I found a Charles Olson poem in a little mag, maybe it was the poem by Raymond Souster that was published (by mistake) under Olson`s name. Anyhow, I gave the magazine to our friend Ralph Maud, the main critic of Olson`s work. I also found a comment by Artie in NMFG and published it on this blog. Recently, with the passing of my friend Keitha MacIntosh, I`ve been going over old poetry magazines from Montreal and found Artie`s poem. I suggest literary critics check out old poetry magazines, you'll find a gold mine of lost and forgotten work. For instance, this poem by Artie that didn't make it into his Collected.

Recently, I've been reading a lot of Artie's work. In just a few short years he wrote some of the best poetry to come out of Canada (those years he said poetry wrecked his life...). I read much of this in the 1970s, at his place on Lorne Crescent, before it was published, and that Artie kept in those black spring bound binders that poets used. He was a genius and, I believe, one of our best Canadian poets. He was tormented by certain aspects of his life, and his response was humour, always humour. He has at least ten poems out of his body of work that are classics, they should be anthologized. Artie is one of those people who was born the person he would always be, he didn't work at becoming "Artie Gold", he was born Artie Gold, intelligent, gifted, talented, creative. He was born a poet, lived as a poet, and died a poet.

The lobby at Alexis Nihon Plaza, evening