
the Frontenac
Montreal Orpheus:
El Guitarista
Gorda waiting for bus.
train back to Toronto
crying. Baldy
explaining?
Dame

El Guitarista

blackbirds were dying
in the City Square.
These sketches were part of the Notebook for a Vacation in Montreal, Quebec, 1985.
When one cannot write, one draws. Or Paint. Fingerpaint. The writer's block thrives on sloth and inactivity. Better still, get to the bistros and exercise your arm muscles by lifting those mugs of beer and glasses of wine. Cheers! Salud! Salut! Kampai!
Turn down an empty cup.
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