deep thoughts (on a montreal morning)
In Montreal, the snow has ended, the sky is clearing and the temperature is minus 13. Here are my Deep Thoughts:
Deep Thought #1: On nostalgia and rekindling past relationships
I am less nostalgic when I come to Montreal. My agenda is a simple one: renew my relationships with a few family members and friends, try and relax a bit and watch the wheels go round and round, old Johnny Lennon style.
The conversations are mostly not profound. If one is expecting profound conversations from working folks, busy raising up family and keeping bread on the table, one is bound to be disappointed. In any case, I am English, as is my brother Mark. We are incapable of profundity, beyond noticing what a complete (deep) asshole the driver in front of us is.
My brother's wife, Isabel, is much better with steering discourse toward more intimacy. It's good. We dined at an Indian restaurant last night, and besides suffering third degree burns to my mouth, it was pleasant. Altough I must confess I responded to Isabel's innocent queries about my personal world as if I was on the stand defending myself against a murder charge.
Perhaps I am guilty of letting some things die. Like the flowers in my garden. But I came here, to Montreal, as a way of sprinking a little water on those flowers.
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Deep Thought #2: Those wacky Iraqis
When those wacky Iraqis say "...heads will roll...", you can take them literally. What is it with these fucking savages? Can they not kill their enemies with a nice clean bullet between the eyes?
Yesterday they hanged Saddam's half brother and pulled his head off in the process. And, of course, we're all outraged. As for me, it just reinforces my isolationist desires. If these people want to bend and chop and fold and mutilate and spindle and twist and turn one another's heads, then, by all means, fill your boots. Fill your boots with heads.
I'm sure the parents and other loved ones of the 3000 dead American soldiers are basking in the glow of their pride for this newly created beacon of Middle Eastern freedom, Iraq. But never lose hope, because George Bush is sending more Marines to settle the thing down.
Shit.
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Deep Thought #1: On nostalgia and rekindling past relationships
I am less nostalgic when I come to Montreal. My agenda is a simple one: renew my relationships with a few family members and friends, try and relax a bit and watch the wheels go round and round, old Johnny Lennon style.
The conversations are mostly not profound. If one is expecting profound conversations from working folks, busy raising up family and keeping bread on the table, one is bound to be disappointed. In any case, I am English, as is my brother Mark. We are incapable of profundity, beyond noticing what a complete (deep) asshole the driver in front of us is.
My brother's wife, Isabel, is much better with steering discourse toward more intimacy. It's good. We dined at an Indian restaurant last night, and besides suffering third degree burns to my mouth, it was pleasant. Altough I must confess I responded to Isabel's innocent queries about my personal world as if I was on the stand defending myself against a murder charge.
Perhaps I am guilty of letting some things die. Like the flowers in my garden. But I came here, to Montreal, as a way of sprinking a little water on those flowers.
_______________________________________________________
Deep Thought #2: Those wacky Iraqis
When those wacky Iraqis say "...heads will roll...", you can take them literally. What is it with these fucking savages? Can they not kill their enemies with a nice clean bullet between the eyes?
Yesterday they hanged Saddam's half brother and pulled his head off in the process. And, of course, we're all outraged. As for me, it just reinforces my isolationist desires. If these people want to bend and chop and fold and mutilate and spindle and twist and turn one another's heads, then, by all means, fill your boots. Fill your boots with heads.
I'm sure the parents and other loved ones of the 3000 dead American soldiers are basking in the glow of their pride for this newly created beacon of Middle Eastern freedom, Iraq. But never lose hope, because George Bush is sending more Marines to settle the thing down.
Shit.
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posted by johnny maudlin at 7:30 AM
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