Street meat vendors in Jinhua
Solo fishing, Jinhua
Shanghai
Anniversary celebration at Jinhua Number One School
Live frogs for sale
Monday, April 27, 2015
Americano
Americano
Compressed by crowds
on a National holiday.
walking the Bund, like
a straight jacket,
stifles movement.
Infinite humanity
Along Nanjing Road
The only reprieve,
Escape to a cafe
to order an Americano.
Sit and watch the human
tide flow
like the dark Huangpu River
On a Fast Train from Shanghai
On a Fast Train From Shanghai
a shy peak,
a finger between
the seat,
finally a quiet
“hello”
a giggle,
a young boy
breaks the cultural divide
makes contact with a
“Big Nose”
from their perspective
we all look alike.
The train flies
on cement pillons
a hundred feet above
fields cultivated
twice yearly
by calloused peasant hands
on micro plots
paralleling a new
super highway.
Bill boards American style
boast unachievable consumer
goods viewed against
a dirty night sky.
Oblivious the little boy
peaks over his seat.
Movie theatres then and now...
In Black and White
a cloistered feeling as lights dim,
ushers with flashlights held low escort late comers
to their seats,
the smell of hot buttered popcorn
in old downtown theatres with
balconies with racoco embellishments,
where tickets are sold from a large roll
by young girls in glassed in wickets
talking through small holes in partitions
causing patrons to bend low
and talk too loud,
then receive change dispensed into
a stainless steel bowl
embedded into the counter top.
The marquis displays one, sometimes two movies
to the street crowds:
“Storm Warning”
and
“The Damned Don’t Cry”
No Dolby sound check, Pano-vision, Techno Colour,
or subliminal seduction,
before the movie fades to a Black and White
news reel narrated by a disembodied resonating voice
describing world events to a sheltered audience
shocking the world as they hear Hitler has invaded Poland,
tanks face off against cavalry, or the Korean War
begins in the simple world of then served up in Black and White.
Now.
We walk to our seats on sticky floors coated with years of
soft beverages,
carpeted with super sized buttered popcorn
A giant sized fire breathing dragon in some
mythical Silver City
over sees the sale of thirteen dollar tickets
far away from my simple world of Black and White
with sub titles and a
little
white
bouncing
ball.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Northern Forests
Etchings
Walking the long meandering trails
through the northern Spruce Forests
one moonlit winter eve,
I noticed upon looking up
the trees were all
at least ten degrees off centre.
Nothing grows straight
or
true
as life just doesn’t work that way.
The forest knows this lesson
and so I learned it too.
Bent branches only etch
what the winds allow them to.
Fort McMurray, Alberta
Fort McMurray, Alberta
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Canada for Sale!
Oh Canada!!
The Wheat Board sold to Saudi Investors,
Cirque d’Soleil, went to the Chinese,
Tim Horton’s, a Brazilian Hedge fund...
Oh Canada!!
Getting Old
At fifty-five my father was told
that he could not shovel snow any more,
turning 63 I have the same directive.
He smoked a harsh cigarette-Daily Mail
which he rolled himself from the age of 14.
I smoked at 14 to be cool and stopped somewhere
in university because it no longer was.
He drank red wine a concoction that be brewed himself
using Niagara grapes from my uncle’s vine yard.
I drink Corona with lime on those summer days that I barbecue
He died at 79.
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