Rediscovering Nathan Phillips Square in the morning sunshine : Toronto Canada
Men sleep on grass, mouths open to the sky,
sucking hard at air, newspaper pillows
underneath their heads, all the time their faces
slowly reddening. Lawyers arrive
at the Court House much too early
for judges, who'll appear
at a more judicious hour.
Nearby, Moore's Archer
does an awkward double-take,
one half pirouette,
the other simple, flat-footed standing.
But the shape's already timeless
like Old City Hall, like its clock-tower
booming out solemn quarters now
three minutes too soon by your watch-face.
You give Revell's castle one quick, wide-sweeping look
and turn away pleased, as you always are. - Raymond Souster
"The Invention of Toronto: A city defined by its artists" by Robert Fulford
"I imagine one of those Albert Franck paintings of Toronto streets--that old Toronto of brick and wooden porches,
those poignant windows in the secret houses. Winter and silence. Someone has just vanished around a corner or through a door...."
- David Helwig
Albert Franck (1899-1973), “A Meat & Potatoes Painter Whose Work Tasted Like Caviar”
via "Almost everyone has come from elsewhere ...bringing with them their different ways of dying and marrying, their
kitchens and songs. A city of forsaken worlds; language a kind of farewell." - Anne Michaels
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