Canadiens, Canadiens, Canadiens

June 21, 2010, by Homme De Sept-Iles 


a parade of ships
  a cascade memoir

an ocean of pearls, a bag of ice

this team, these pucks, this province
  are thine
     and a rhyme

a state of mirth
shoulders and tweed
magnificent and tragic
the fir snowtops
vos glorieux
the voices of radio doom
move sticks
over the moon






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1 s.m { 06.24.10 at 11:22 PM }

sounds nice-desriptive, wordy, i like stars, i dont watch hockey but all sports have a mystical reality to em that i think life-being-energy can be felt when embracing a sport. spirit.

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2 Homme de Sept-Iles { 06.24.10 at 11:25 PM }

Thanks. You are a bit of a mystic yourself, aren’t you. I think your point is interesting; what does mystical reality mean to you? Ethereal? Other-worldy? Surreal?

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3 Homme de Sept-Iles { 06.24.10 at 11:27 PM }

Two stars? Hum. You are setting my bar high. Fine.

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