Did not foresee going to work in a Montréal bank
Or, the pleasures of writing in a cavernous space rife with data streams
Cold, rainy late March Montréal, city of
Shame on you, Atticus Finch!
The blue jay is a magnificent bird, the punk rocker of the feeder with its crest of blue feathers standing straight up on its head, brash and raucous as it takes the stage, loud as the Ramones.
You’re good to go, Cortés; you too, John Winthrop
Viking raiders in the 8th and 9th centuries left no evidence that they ever bothered to rationalize pillaging the British Isles. Seven centuries later, something had changed.
The book report for February 2023
Or, seriously, Tao Te Ching twice?
Lingering covid-19 symptoms, plus a new cold and possibly bronchitis, provided Dr Essai with
G-L-O-R-EYE-EYE-EYE
Coiled in the 2:37 of that track was all the explosive energy and carnal appetite and wild joy that the grownups in charge had been trying to tamp down since Plymouth Rock.
Happy break-a-tooth-on-a-hard-candy-heart day
A Christian martyr named Valentine was executed around 270 CE by Emperor Claudius II Gothicus, despite having healed his jailer’s daughter of blindness. Talk about ingratitude.
“He always has his nose in a book,” said his mother
Nothing increases one's literary consumption like a coronavirus.
We have all been there before
In his 60s and 70s, David Crosby stared himself down, squared up to what he had become, got clean and as healthy as he was going to get, and forged the most artistically productive years of his life.
Just an image and an explanation
Dr Essai’s amanuensis writes:
It’s like this. I was away with my wife on a four-day road trip
