This blog is not meant to be interactive. Through these long texts, I will be talking about philosophy, about my life and about the Plateau, where my grandfather chose to raise his family during the Great Depression of the 1930s. The Plateau where Michel Tremblay can occasionally be seen, strolling about, he who put […]
Young Mika left his village, carrying his meager belongings in a bag slung over his shoulder. From one full moon to the next, he journeyed toward the Hida Mountains. His paternal grandmother had told him that Yakusi, the Zen sage, lived over there. He finally approached the mountains’ purplish crest and, a week later, started […]
As good weather returns, I enjoy taking long walks. They usually end on a terrace or in Lafontaine Park, near the north-western hill overlooking “Duck Lake” as we, Plateau residents, like to call it. Almost everyday, I pass in front of a shop called Départ en mer. It occupies a half-basement, on the shaded side […]
For that friend way back then,
who took one path while I took another.
At Les deux Marie, sitting in front of my coffee, I watch a regular well engrossed in his daily crossword ritual. A slowly ingested poison robbing life of its meaning. Entering letters or numbers in little squares to […]
For decades it seems, I’ve been coming across a small shop on St.-Denis Street called Pierres d’ailleurs. It is located in a semi-basement, south of Mount Royal Avenue and I’ve always been drawn to the diversity of shapes and colors displayed in its modest window. But, on fine days, what strikes you most is one […]
– Wrong is right ?
– Yes, with Sean Connery!
We’re at the Café Pi and my friend Éric, an excellent chess player in spite of his being a peace-loving man, is telling me about that movie. The only movie featuring the ex-James Bond I’d never even heard of.
It has been too long since the time I gave humans My commandments, and My angels are now complaining about too many infractions to My laws. Amendments have thus become necessary in order to allow My mortal creatures to properly implement My commandments.
Eventually, I showed one of these copycat hybrids to my mother, and she was charmed – I remember her slightly amazed smile, as if she was unable to believe a kid of hers could be so smart …
Stephen King, On Writing
I was about nine when I wrote a letter to a […]
If you catch me closing the windows
Because the children’s noise
is getting to my head, kill me
The excellent newspaper Rue Frontenac reports that 50 % of the young people in drug rehab centers are having problems of cocaine, speed or heroin use and that a quarter of them […]