Montreal 375

"...the first whorehouse raid I saw on De Bullion Street (when I was six) has given me an ineffaceable picture of the human situation: people laughing at the humiliation of others, maliciously enjoying their helplessness and discomfiture. Sweet, sweet human beings....A poet has his images and symbols handed to him very early in life ; his later poems are largely explorations he makes into the depths of his unconscious to unravel their meanings." Irving Layton De Bullion Street Below this broad street inverted bell jars Hanging from wooden crucifixes drop Tiny moons upon the shaven asphalt Rouged whores lean lips to narrow slits: they stop The young soldier with his bag of salt. Under the ni

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