you creaking, falling down palace
you snow elegance
you patchouli nose jewel
you enchant garbage fairies on bicycle
you river gardens
you plastered poster child
you swing between both sides
you smell of fresh bread rotting fruit
you derelict fence
you welcome veranda
you sweet yellow, screaming marigold curbside
you quiet us in vestibule
you shiver
you crumble in sunlight
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isn't it wolseley? maybe not.
anyway, this is excellent in its excellentness. and after our convo this a.m., i spent the day ordering transcripts, securing letters of ref, filling out online applications, writing statements of purpose, etc.
i've officially applied for concordia next summer! horray!
edits to come soon, though i feel a bit stumped right now. :)
stumped?
stumpted?
no matter how i write that word, it looks wrong.
you hydroponic grow op
Do you know where you're going to live in Montreal. Hopefully not NDG, I am anti NDG, but if you are then I won't hold it against you. ;)
oops, I think it is wolsely...correction to follow.
hey Anita, what is NDG?
man, I can't spell that word right.
Wolseley, corrections to follow this correction.
I'm glad you applied, you shine wolfboy.
:)
Oh NDG (Notre Dame d Grace) is an area in Montreal that for me is too far to go to ever. Nothing to do with this poem, which is beautiful and stellar as always Cara.
Smells are often the best intuitive description of a place. Ever go somewhere you've never been before but the smell seems familiar? I've been told that your memory centre in your brain is right next to the smell centre. That's why smells can conjure up the most vivid of memories.
totally. a more vivid memory than sound or sight ever, to be sure.
i'm living right downtown, on maisonneuve, close to uqam and the main subway station.
montreal is a big geographical mystery to me, frankly. i know almost nothing about it.
Hey Wolfster, what made you decide to move to Montreal?
NDG is also the area that has the most anglophones and also where the student ghetto is.
And wolfie, please tell me that you didn't decide to goto concordia the same day that you finished and started your application. Although maybe you're just taking a summer class?
Smells? Like how River hieghts smells like aphid poop in the summer. Or when you drive down Marion it smells like bacon(or worse, like dead rotten bacon)
If I was to do Montreal all over again I would either live on Dorion(again), somewhere in the plateau(if I could afford it), or in Denis' favorite area next to Welinski's(the name escapes me).
montreal came about as a choice b/c i wanted to move to europe, but couldn't afford it just yet, so mtl seemed like the next best thing.
also, it came about b/c winnipeg is sort of like the mushroom inside those poor little insect's heads to me right now.
sounds like you might be in the gay village. xo
smell is often the most vivid memory I have about a place, a time or a person...Anita, interesting that smell and memory are so close together in the brain, but that makes perfect sense based on my experience.
I have been to strange places made familiar with scent.
JC it sounds like you've been smelling some bad smells lately. Maybe you should put some potpourri around your house or something.
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