Written by Philippe Krief, I found this book at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, and it is defiantly a great “coffee table” book. Loving both history and Paris, I look forward to the pleasure of reading this book!
The second is really a magazine of sorts, and this is a series on biographies, this one on the French poet Charles Baudelaire, a poet that has inspired me, so how could I resist this fine selection.
And that’s all folks; I haven’t blogged in a while, and have a “backlog” of stuff to do! Also thank you to some who have emailed me suggestions, all great ideas!
And remember these wise words, two heads are better than one! Just like two books are better than one! ( photo taken and the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts )
Darren, your Garden shall grow, until it reaches the size of your heart, then I will lift you up and we shall Dance, for every flower I grew, it was to wash away one tear from you.
If you all look on the menu page STORIES, I have done a couple of posts for Darren! Of course I will provide a link below.
The first was Darren’s Garden of Eden and the second Gideon’s Law
Links to pages
I have received such a huge response and literally hundreds of emails, and I was very pleased people dropped by to read, however I was more than pleased only to know Darren appreciated the pages. So many people wished to add a little of their own garden, and so I decided to do so here.
With his permission, I will provide a little background that may help explain my admiration, of such a fine poet and humble young man. Darren is paralyzed from the waist down, he is autistic, and from various injuries is often in pain. Yet here he is, a radiant smile to all who approach him, a man who battles each day, to be here with us. I know he thinks I may be the wise one, but it is he who teaches me, each and every day. Now I have spoken of his ailments, only because they are persistent. However one is not defined by ones illness or predicaments.
I see Darren, as a wise man beyond his years. He speaks many languages, he is versed in music and. he can discuss any topic, and embrace any conversation. He is a man who builds poetic bridges, when so many admire men who wish to build walls. I truly find him a talented poet and his poems certainly humble me.
I will make this statement to all of the people who know him here; I don’t have to ask them if this is how they think, as I am sure of it. He is a man who brightens us all, who makes us think in softer tones, and brings us smiles.
So here in this blog, I too will add to the garden, and anyone at all who wishes so, send me your flowers, your garden photos, and I will post here for Darren. My desire is to bring to him a smile that he has shone upon on all of us.
Photos and paintings by
Arthur the Great Vaso
and many more to come!
Photo by Dave Sidaway, Montreal Gazette
It was one hundred and seventy years ago, that 6000 Irish immigrants perished in Montreal, due to Typhus fever. They had fled their homeland, Ireland due t the great famine of 1847-1848. Most where the very poor and many were already sick on the voyage over, thus why is also called "ship fevor"
In the year of 1859, bridge workers working on the Victoria bridge uncovered the mass grave, many of them, themselves Irish. At the time they erected a memorial, so that future generations would not forget. Officially named the Irish Commemorative Stone, it is more commonly known as the Black Rock and also has been referred to as the Ship Fever Monument.
Today, the Irish community has been lobbying for a more substantial monument and better preservation of the "Irish Commemorative Stone" As the land has been purchased by Hydro Quebec, lets hope that the Quebec Government cares about preserving its patrimony and the telling of this important historical event, so that the story is never forgotten.
Photo by Dave Sidaway, Montreal Gazette
I confess, I myself was not aware of the amount of people who perished, as when I think of the Irish Famine, I always think of Grosse Île, near Quebec City, that was a quarantine station for the Irish immigrants arriving in Quebec. Indeed many a thousand perished there as well due to Typhus fever.
This is however, not just an Irish Story. Sickness Sheds had been erected to take care of and segregate those who contracted the fever. Many people helped and cared for the sick, even knowing how contagious and how dangerous this was. John Easton Mills, the then Mayor on Montreal tended to the sick and he himself caught the fever and died.
Photo taken 1898
The order of the grey nuns also tended to the sick, as did many francophone's and native Indians. Over 1000 Irish orphans were adopted by French families and helps explain why over 40% of Quebecers have some Irish ancestry. Outside of Ireland this is the largest burial ground of Irish famine victims outside of Ireland.
Notes: As this was in today's newspaper here, I read up on the topic, from various sources. Any errors in fact are mine, and if anyone wishes to either correct or provide more detailed accounts of any part of this narrative, I would love to hear from you.
A smile won and a frown lost
Well, well. Iran in yesterday’s elections chose a moderate, who wishes to embrace the world, build peace, and who rejects outright extremism. In other words, Iran voted for the opposite of Trump. What an interesting world we live in!
Moderate Iranian President, Hassan Rouhani, won a decisive second term against a decidedly extremist and intolerant candidate, Ebrahim Raisi. It is my sincerest wish that Rouhani winning a second term will be a turning point for Iran. What is of great joy is that huge numbers of Iranians came out to vote, and in Tehran the number of voters was double that of the last election. Even the executive branch in Iran has limited powers; it was the only area in which the hardliners did not control. It is of course also the only area in which the people have somewhat of a true say in matters. Never the less, the people have spoken and hopefully this will lead to a more open and free society!
During Rouhani’s first term many of his promises went unfulfilled. However, he answered this best by saying, “ I have accomplished what I promised when I could, and in many cases, I could not. In other words, he was admitting to his limited powers, and we can only hope this election win will strengthen his credibility within Iranian politics.
I must remind Westerners that as a moderate, he spoke up and made direct accusations towards the torture and oppression, jailings and killings by Ebrahim Raisi. In Iran, no matter how high the status of an individual, it is always a risk to be so direct in exposing and opposing the hardliners. This is a fine line that always has to be balanced.
If you doubt me just look at Egypt. Changes must be made in small steps so that the extremists can not make excuses to simply annul democracy ad seize back power!
May 19, 2017 was a great day for Iran, for Persia and for Hafez!
It is with great irony that when Iran has made such a progressive choice, Donald Trump has chosen to visit Saudi Arabia and provide such an extremist kingdom with even more weapons.
If only Persian poets could rule the world!
Below are a few beautiful images from Iran!
First, let me say, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book, and the author Dalia Sofer, enchants the reader from beginning to end. Lovely poetry, one can not help but be enticed by any story taking place in Persia.
Knowing so many Iranians, who have told me of the beauty of their country and culture, I have to say my dream, is to be able to visit there, to see today, and to see the ancient history told by art and poetry, both then and now.
Below you will also find a beautiful poem by Hafiz!
Author Dalia Sofer
I will provide a brief “wiki” summary of the plot. Suffice it to say, I loved the book, and am sure you will too.
During the first months after the 1979 Iranian Revolution, wealthy Jewish Iranian gemologist Isaac Amin is suddenly arrested at his office in Tehran by the Revolutionary Guards who take him to prison. During his prison days, he meets fellow prisoners of different backgrounds, who are tortured and finally prosecuted. In interrogation sessions, his interrogator Mohsen, once torturing him with a lit cigarette and having him lashed, refers to the injustice of being affluent and to the justice that the revolution is bringing to the oppressed. After the guards scare him by putting him before a firing squad and shooting around his body, he says to Mohsen that he has realized the truth and is ready to pay all his savings as his debt to the revolution. After emptying his bank account, Mohsen declares him free and leaves him alone in the street.
Below is a poem of which part was quoted in the book! Enjoy
Poems from the Divan of Hafiz, by Getrude Lowthian Bell, 1897
I CEASE not from desire till my desire
Is satisfied; or let my mouth attain
My love's red mouth, or let my soul expire,
Sighed from those lips that sought her lips in vain.
Others may find another love as fair;
Upon her threshold I have laid my head,
The dust shall cover me, still lying there,
When from my body life and love have fled.
My soul is on my lips ready to fly,
But grief beats in my heart and will not cease,
Because not once, not once before I die,
Will her sweet lips give all my longing peace.
My breath is narrowed down to one long sigh
For a red mouth that burns my thoughts like fire;
When will that mouth draw near and make reply
To one whose life is straitened with desire?
When I am dead, open my grave and see
The cloud of smoke that rises round thy feet:
In my dead heart the fire still burns for thee;
Yea, the smoke rises from my winding-sheet!
Ah, come, Beloved! for the meadows wait
Thy coming, and the thorn bears flowers instead
Of thorns, the cypress fruit, and desolate
Bare winter from before thy steps has fled.
Hoping within some garden ground to find
A red rose soft and sweet as thy soft cheek,
Through every meadow blows the western wind,
Through every garden he is fain to seek.
Reveal thy face! that the whole world may be
Bewildered by thy radiant loveliness;
The cry of man and woman comes to thee,
Open thy lips and comfort their distress!
Each curling lock of thy luxuriant hair
Breaks into barbèd hooks to catch my heart,
My broken heart is wounded everywhere
With countless wounds from which the red drops start.
Yet when sad lovers meet and tell their sighs,
Not without praise shall Hafiz’ name be said,
Not without tears, in those pale companies
Where joy has been forgot and hope has fled.
This blog was written while tasting a wonderful Shiraz wine, Sonovino from Sicily!
The Falklands War
I found this book in a used book store in New Glasgow, Nova Scotia! I was surprised and intrigued as to the connections with France and New France. The book is very detailed and thus may be boring to some; however, I found this to be a unique and interesting part of history. The devil is in the details, and this book certainly takes a reader through the war, day by day. I think what is also interesting is no one at the time thought such a small insignificant peace of land would cause such a conflict. Argentina learned this the hard way.
Now, I know most will not have the time to read the book and may not be interested in that moment in history. However, one of the things I try to do when writing poetry is to see things from the human element, or a particular person's point of view. I think humanizing these events helps us to create empathy and understanding of all things, not in terms of right or wrong, but in terms of realizing that humans inflicting pain on humans is a terrible thing. And by no means do I have any answers, only by viewing problems with lots of empathy, may one soften his thoughts towards any perceived enemy.
I have included a short video of Simon Weston, a veteran of the Falkland War, with the Welsh Guards. This is a short one but he has appeared on many shows and has given many interviews. He is a man who currently advocates for better treatment for War Veterans. This is an issue that most countries fail to recognize. It was interesting to hear him speak and added the human touch to the book.
This Blog is also thus dedicated to Simon Weston and the Welsh Guards!
Guard of honour, 1st Battalion Welsh Guards by Thomas Plunkett
Below are a few paintings of the Falklands War.
Since the tragic news of the attack on Malala I have followed her from her recovery, to her outspoken passion for education and women’s rights especially in very repressive Countries. From the very first time I was able to listen to her, I said that this is a very special woman, yes it was intuition, but there you have it.
One can feel the sincerity in her voice, and she took hold of a personal tragic event and transformed into such a positive force to be reckoned with.
I have posted her recent speech in the Canadian Parliament, and one thing I noticed, in the audience, the pride of her parents seeing their daughter as a beacon of hope for all of humanity. They have every reason to be proud.
She is now an honorary citizen of Canada, only the sixth one to awarded this honor, and I am proud as a Canadian, she has been chosen.
I have posted a poem dedicated to her visit here in Canada this month as well as an old poem I had written in 2013.
You are Malala
You have no more reason for fear
For the world now holds you dear
Your humble voice, speaking of others
You too a pearl, adored by worldly mothers
Touching the spirit of kindred souls
You have shown our senior leaders
A child can lead even the elders
You have paved that way
Humble of heart
Joyous towards mankind
Your smile is infectious
I, a simple poet, applause you
You have infected me too!
You are Malala
I am Malala
From a small village
She wore a pink dress to look pretty
While she studied, the passion of knowledge
Her heart shines in her quest of learning
This child has the wisdom
Of eleven kingdoms
For this, they seek to destroy her
Talibani bombs to most seem strong
Only evil, attempts a child’s life
Only Angels saved her very soul
As she becomes a soldier
Of learning, a burning light
Is there a man to stand up to evil?
To shine a light upon heinous crimes?
Who of us has this will?
I ask you fourteen times, who will save us?
From a small village
They tried to send her to heaven
God sent us one angel back
So that may we learn yet again
The innocence of love
She has become the soul
She has become the princess
Of knowledge seekers
In candle light we may prey
That her heart shall remain and stay
So that we may learn and grow
And fight evil, by simply saying NO
They shot a child in the head
For going to school you should be dead
The world wept at this cowardly act
Who would save us from such evil deeds?
From a small village
With the wisdom of many Kings
A Princess with a heart of gold
Who has blessed us all
From velvet skies
A smile to behold
International Poetess Women's Day
Dedicated to the Female Poets featured here on this site thus far.
Constance Lafrance Canada
Jan Allison Isle of Women
Casarah Nance United States
Lucilla Carillo United States
Charmaine Chircop Malta
Eileen Manassian Lebanon
Andrea Dietrich United States
Seren Roberts Wales
As I was listening today on the radio, about Internationals Women’s Day, and hearing all the activities and discussions about whats good and what is not, it came to me to do this blog. I thought to myself, why not do a blog to honor all the female guest poets on my site for this day? Sort of my poetic contribution to women’s day.
So this blog is dedicated to all the female Poets and Artists featured here on this site thus far. And…. Yes I have a small gift for you! At first I was going to write a poem, then I thought, who is one of the most romantic poets on PoetrySoup? It is most certainly not me!
So here below is a poem written by none other than Tim Smith. Thanks Tim, and its always fun to work on projects and ideas together!
She Always a Woman
(by Tim Smith)
Woman, you take my breath away
Not in what radiates off your precious skin
But what lies deep inside of you
Head held high
Not letting one moment
Of life slip on by
Strength more than a conviction
Capturing every ounce
Of my begging heart
Mother to many, daughter to all
Let me be your comfort
The harbor in your shore
Be the answer to my prayers
Walk beside me
In the waning of our years
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the
moments that take our breath away"
This will be a very simple blog. I am sure many of you have seen this video, and I sure have seen if more than I care to admit. I was just so inspired that its never to late to chase your dreams, whatever they may be.
Also I guess the subtext here is never judge a book by the cover!
Enjoy and Listen!
Now strictly speaking, I will broaden the topic a wee bit to include a few more songs, but I was inspired by the music of yesteryear's. I found the 1920’s era, both romantic, musical and more than that a common thread between both France and the USA as many musicians traveled back and forth between the two countries.
For me a poetic time, and a period very romanticized, by many including of course myself.
This blog is very much about music, and carries a few small subtexts, both “Then and now” as well as inclusion. Ironic that from Prohibition came more integration of races and the sexes. All I can say is music itself is a great uniter of the human spirit!
I added one song at the end, bring both the past and present together!
A speakeasy is an illicit establishment that sells alcoholic beverages. Such establishments came into prominence in the United States during the Prohibition era (1920–1933, longer in some states). During that time, the sale, manufacture, and transportation (bootlegging) of alcoholic beverages was illegal throughout the United States.
Speakeasies largely disappeared after Prohibition was ended in 1933, and the term is now used to describe some retro style bars.
Speakeasies were numerous and popular during the Prohibition years. Some of them were operated by people who were part of organized crime. Even though police and agents of the Bureau of Prohibition would often raid them and arrest their owners and patrons, they were so profitable that they continued to flourish. The speakeasy soon became one of the biggest parts of American culture during this time. Several changes happened as speakeasies formed; one was with integration. With "black and tans", people of all races, black or white, would gather together and even mingle. People would mix together and have few or no problems.
Another change that occurred was more participation from women. Many businesses would set up their speakeasies to attract women to get more profits.Women also began to insert themselves into the business of speakeasies. Texas Guinan, a former screen and stage actress, opened many speakeasies during Prohibition such as the 300 Club and the El Fey. Guinan greeted customers with "Hey Suckers" and admitted she'd be nothing without Prohibition. Her two biggest competitors were Helen Morgan and Belle Livingston.
Often we think of some poems as lyrical, or the form is lyrical even thought they are never put to music. Then it occurred to me, what about songs that are really poetry?
To see the above video you may be asked to view it direct from YouTube, this is safe to do so!
If anyone has a song that instills the same emotions and thoughts, feel free to contact me, I would love to extend this concept!
No do not fret, Castro is not wearing a dress!!
Now any fashion blog, must, I say must start with the image of a beautiful woman!
Who ever would have thought! A Fashion blog!!!! However those who know me know that when it comes to fashion, I am FASHION! I know most think of me as a poet, but each and every season, you have no idea how many fashion houses and boutiques, come to me and say, Arthur, what’s the new trend going to be?
Of course this happens so often, than when I go out now, I have to be in disguise and dress as unfashionably as possible, I mean like to the MAX!!!!!
Do not let my Wal-Mart disguise fool you! Anyone who knows hair knows I am trendy! Ask anyone, Vidal Sassoon, Atiqa Odho or Bechir!
Now as most artists and creative people are, I believe in building bridges not fences, and fashion can be one of those bridges.
So who would have thought the latest trends, the latest fashion news would come from Iraq? Well of course I know all, and have discovered the latest FASHIONISTAS of fashion!!!!
Iraqi Kurdish fashionistas make a splash
So with out further adieu I will quote from the BBC! (Whom of course I tipped off about this fashion trend)
Conflict and militancy may be first things that occur to many about Iraq, but a group of young fashion-conscious Kurds are hoping to help project a brighter, more optimistic image - and perhaps effect social change along the way.
The group calls itself Mr Erbil, after the capital of the autonomous Kurdish region in northern Iraq that has been at the frontline of the struggle against the militants of the Islamic State (IS) group.
Mr Erbil's launch and first photoshoot last February quickly made waves on social media. Dubbed "gentlemen's gatherings" in a recent profile in Vocativ, it took place at the city's ancient citadel, a UN world heritage site.
The pictures of the 20 men posing in latest Western men's fashion - specifically, the style recently associated with hipsters, replete with the trademark sharp suits, tight trousers and lovingly trimmed beards - became wildly popular on via Arthur Vaso’s instagram!!!!
Mr Erbil sees itself as something almost akin to a movement representing young Iraqi Kurds who are looking for a better life and want to promote Kurdish culture to the world.
The group even hopes to effect social change and challenge traditional attitudes, particularly on women's rights.
The Mr Erbil account frequently posts pictures and musings about women's issues in Kurdistan, Iraq and the world.
My hats off to the creatively of using fashion as a statement for human rights, women's rights, and doing so in such a classy way. Speaking of Class, Bechir was the consultant for all the hair styles you see above!
Berlin Diary by William L.Shirer
This non-fiction book is without a doubt a GREAT READ! This basically covers the build up of Nazi Germany and you get the perspective and views from inside the country. What I liked about this book, as it covers not only the historical context and content, but it’s basically from a personal point of view and describes the day to day life people had to live under. You get to see both the he right and wrong assumptions of someone who is living the period without the benefit of hindsight. I found the book very refreshing and a stark reminder of how this could come to be, even in our times.
With the election of Donald Trump, I found this book very relevant, and I certainly hope in this case history will not repeat itself, however its certainly a wake up to call to be on guard. I hope the American system can withstand the likes of Trump, and regardless of whether his intentions are the same or simply the actions of a psychotic egomaniac, the sad part is the outcome could be the same.
Below is a summary of the book by Wiki.
Berlin Diary (1934–1941) is a first-hand account of the rise of Nazi Germany and its road to war, as witnessed by the American journalist William L. Shirer. He was a radio reporter for CBS, covered Germany for several years until the Nazi press censors made it impossible for him to report objectively to his listeners in the United States; feeling increasingly uncomfortable, he left the country. The identities of many of Shirer's German sources were disguised to protect these people from retaliation by the German secret police, the Gestapo. The contents of this book provided much of the material for his landmark book The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich.
In 1947, End of a Berlin Diary continued and finished the story of the Third Reich, from July 20, 1944, to the Nuremberg Trials.
William Shrier (left)
As a side note, Donal Trump has banned Syrians from the USA, I wonder how much the American economy would have suffered had he prevented STEVE JOBS from entering the USA, yes he was a Syrian!
Now when I came across this new item, it peaked my interest. This man was evicted from a U-Haul Storage facility. Now I do get there are rules, and you maybe can’t have everyone doing that, but there was one thing that stuck me as kind of odd.
You cant live like that because of Government regulations rules and policies etc. Yes you got that right. So it seems that being “green” is in, it seems well its not so in. Here is a guy who managed to reduce his carbon imprint, in a very creative way, and in a way he was comfortable with, and this is not a good thing?
I get there are rules and regulations, first as he was such a unique exception, they maybe could have left him alone, however, why not on the other hand give this man kudos? Why not say he has done something that might indeed be a solution for some? Imagine reducing your cost of living and carbon imprint and being happy and content about it.
So it just struck me odd, that we are against big corporations and pipelines supplying us all of our needs, that we demand! ( or else why supply them ) and here is a guy that solved an issue ( at least partially) on the consumption side.
I know is more complex that I have set out here, but at least this is something to think about, n’est pas?
Here is the article from the CBC Canada
Tiny home included a double-bed, big screen TV, love seat and a kitchen area with running water
By Mike Laanela, CBC News Posted: Jan 13, 2017 2:51 PM PT Last Updated: Jan 13, 2017 2:51 PM PT
U-Haul has procedures in place to detect anyone attempting to break the law and live in a storage locker/unit," company spokesman Jeff Lockridge told CBC News.
His amenities included a double bed, big screen TV, love seat, hot plate, and toaster oven. He also shows how he ran power to the unit from a nearby plug and picked up phone service with an extra antenna. He also rigged up running water.
In a matching post on the social media site Reddit, the man details how he made the small space livable — at a cost of about $100 for hardware. The cost of renting the locker was $205 a month, including insurance.
"Staff knew about my power and charged me $5 a month for it.... so I didn't need to keep unplugging the power," he said.
He used the washroom in the building and showered at a local gym and claims staff at the facility let him live there as long as he kept a low profile.
"I had 24-hour access, I was allowed to be there at any time for as long as I wanted. The only rule I broke was sleeping there," he said.
Now many know Jeffrey Deaver, a No 1 best selling author, famous for his Lincoln Rhyme series of books. Having read many of his books, I was browsing a bookshop and came across one of his called “The October List”. I knew one can’t go wrong with a novel by him.
So, I was in for a few surprises, and not quite sure pleasant ones. He wrote the book backwards! That’s correct backwards. The book starts at Chapter 36 and so you at least have no doubt you will getting 36 chapters worth of novel. However I certainly couldn’t see how this was going work, and was a little skeptical after the first few, or shall I say the last few chapters. But come on its Jeffery Deaver here, have faith I told myself.
Life can only be understood backwards; but I must be lived forwards.
So onwards I marched, reading a newer chapter by newer chapter, and slowly, like any addictive drug I became hooked. This is a Mystery Thriller that with each earlier newer chapter gets better and better.
What is also interesting, is at the beginning of each chapter is a photo, something you don’t always see in novels these days, and explained at the end, end of the book, where I might add is the table of contents, yes at the end of the book. This book was after all written backwards.
Its about a woman Gabriella, whose was leading a normal life, and a kidnapper takes her daughter and not only demands an impossible ransom, but demands she find a list she knows nothing about in twenty four hours.
Definitely a great read!!!
2016 for some reason seems to have been a terrible year to have been famous! (Yes I am very nervous now!!) So many have passed on. Maybe it’s because I recognized so many names this year, or maybe it’s because so many passed away dramatically at the end of the year that it’s foremost in the mind.
Of course it is sad when anyone passes on, however I think when someone famous we know passes away, it’s a stark reminder of our own mortality. When they are famous it’s as if part of our past has died. I have included a list, and although its not all, and I don’t know all of them, it’s a list of either famous Actors/Actresses, Entertainers, Singers, poets, famous people and sports heroes, meaning Hockey players as that’s the only true sport, if you really think about it.
For some of you, there will be a few surprises, yes as a special gift I bring death! As the list contains a few persons who are indeed famous but maybe not well know in Canada or America.
I should also point out that although not in this list many an Arthur passed away this year. This and the fact so many famous people passed on, well call me paranoid but I am nervous! Yes I am! Please Lord, don’t take me just yet!! Leave a few of us FAMOUS people around for another year!!
I want to make it to 2017, as much as I have killed myself so many times within my poetry, it was my idea to do so, the fact someone else wants to take me away I find offensive! I have hired 3 heart surgeons, 3 Doctors, a Dozen nurses from Wales, to monitor my health status and keep me going. I have cut down to 1 large pizza a day and won’t even have whiskey with breakfast.
I mean there’s like a day left, and I will skip Kentucky Fried Chicken tomorrow, so hopefully I will be around in 2017!
If not, well Cheers!
Gordie Howe joins Jean Belliveau in Hockey Heaven
Of course, I have been blessed to know so many more lovely poets on PoetrySoup from all over the world, however as my heart and soul often travels there, this is my way to give praise and thanks. I hope one day to visit Malta and also one day to return to Lebanon.
The link above is my 2016 Christmas page, so I shall say again Merry Christmas to everyone the world over and god bless. Oh and Cheers!
Made my 500km goal by November 2016
This is the new Dorval Aquatic Center where I swim!
Sept 1934 to Nov 2016
We have lost a great poet, writer and musician. A fellow Montreal-er who has inspired many of my writes. I hope to add to this blog later on, for now a song and a few photos!
The Prettiest of feathers and The Killing Circle
Psychological thrillers are not my favorite genre; however in this case, I shall recommend two books I thoroughly enjoyed. One is by a Canadian author and takes place in Ontario Canada, the other is by both John Philpin and Patricia Sierra.
THE PRETTIEST OF FEATHERS delves into the deep and dark mind of a psychotic killer. What is interesting is the dance between his latest victim and himself, one bent on killing and the other seemingly wanting to be killed. I will say no more, not to spoil the read!
I will add however the start of the story takes place in a bookshop, and poetry plays a role!
THE KILLING CIRCLE. Is another thriller based on a writing group. (by Andrew Pyper) Now as most interactions between writers and poets is via the internet, I am sure many could relate to this one. Oh how much fun it would be …. If only……………. Ah if only one could keep a secret! J
Now I have shared these good reads with a few poets on the PoetrySoup, so it will be interesting if this should maybe inspire a poem or two. I most surely think it will.
As Halloween is just around the corner, I thought what a fitting post!
Hi there, the blog has been running for almost a year, and as you can see I try to keep up a few posts a month. More about poetry and fellow poets, but also about current events, social issues as well as art and music. I look forward to any suggestions from readers and fellow poets!