I am 76 years old and what we call autistique in Quebec.
I grew up in Montreal where the muse is everywhere
I remember Israel Lazarovich. He was a giant who dared speak his truth
My father loved his poetry but they padlocked the Jewish Public library
My love's father was a scientist but he was American and it is hard to be an American and pretend to be something special. Today Westmount High is open and the student's council is in session.
Montreal loves Celine Dion.
Montreal loves Kamala but it is Leonard who lights up the sky and the hearts of Montreal.
Leonard and Irving loved our brother Jesus
Jesus was not a Roman or a Greek or a Russian or from Florida
Last night I listened to Leonard sing about Democracy
My love and I were in a village near Yellowknife when The Future was released.
I was born on a mountain on an Island
I will die on a mountain in Quebec's Appalachia
We could have died in Minneopolis Minnesota
But Leonard summoned me back home
My father told me long ago that Reagan was a monster
my wife and I wore out Springsteen's Nebraska
We love Warren's Excitable Boy
Obama was defeated after we moved to Woodlawn,
Obama's Chicago is too conservative.
Woodlawn too Elvis too ghetto too Jewy too black
Montreal teaches love not business
My father in law loved The Rubiyat
Montreal is not Rome or Persia
Jesus was a Jew not a Persian
Jewish Messiahs don't ever return
They just light up our hearts and our skies
It is time to take down the Manichean Cross
At Westmount High
There are no religions, there are no boys and no girls
Regard #1, one hears them so often blaming their parents for mistreatment. I don't doubt the stories, but to what avail are they remembered and repeated? I've never given a thought to my childhood nor bored myself or anyone else with its cruelties. Have always wondered why others make it a constant theme. What happened to me is their fault not mine? If you want to help the 11 year old, tell her to bury and forget her past. Consign it to ghosthood: be your own person and erase history. I have always done that automatically.
I am 76 years old and what we call autistique in Quebec.
I grew up in Montreal where the muse is everywhere
I remember Israel Lazarovich. He was a giant who dared speak his truth
My father loved his poetry but they padlocked the Jewish Public library
My love's father was a scientist but he was American and it is hard to be an American and pretend to be something special. Today Westmount High is open and the student's council is in session.
Montreal loves Celine Dion.
Montreal loves Kamala but it is Leonard who lights up the sky and the hearts of Montreal.
Leonard and Irving loved our brother Jesus
Jesus was not a Roman or a Greek or a Russian or from Florida
Last night I listened to Leonard sing about Democracy
My love and I were in a village near Yellowknife when The Future was released.
I was born on a mountain on an Island
I will die on a mountain in Quebec's Appalachia
We could have died in Minneopolis Minnesota
But Leonard summoned me back home
My father told me long ago that Reagan was a monster
my wife and I wore out Springsteen's Nebraska
We love Warren's Excitable Boy
Obama was defeated after we moved to Woodlawn,
Obama's Chicago is too conservative.
Woodlawn too Elvis too ghetto too Jewy too black
Montreal teaches love not business
My father in law loved The Rubiyat
Montreal is not Rome or Persia
Jesus was a Jew not a Persian
Jewish Messiahs don't ever return
They just light up our hearts and our skies
It is time to take down the Manichean Cross
At Westmount High
There are no religions, there are no boys and no girls
There are only naked apes and Leonard singing
There Ain't no cure for love
Heneni
Regarding #2, you must have more patience than I. Or perhaps she was just super sexy.
Regard #1, one hears them so often blaming their parents for mistreatment. I don't doubt the stories, but to what avail are they remembered and repeated? I've never given a thought to my childhood nor bored myself or anyone else with its cruelties. Have always wondered why others make it a constant theme. What happened to me is their fault not mine? If you want to help the 11 year old, tell her to bury and forget her past. Consign it to ghosthood: be your own person and erase history. I have always done that automatically.