Heath Flint

York U, Canterbury HS

I am in love with you

new moods, fighting the heat of the battlefront, lulls, getting to be the one to tell you all about it, Foghorn Leghorn, telling dogs that they're good dogs, tickling children and asking them "Who's a monkey? Who's a monkey?", great anecdotes that are only slightly related, caribou-eating sharks in the rivers of Northern Quebec, suicide doors, bees and their world, fruit as fashion accessory esp. bananas, novels where characters burst into flame, chests that are hairy and burning inside, swimming, fast-moving slappy skies where the clouds are right on, not following the trend of laughing at the misfortune of others, Canadian dialects, simple meals, leaving that there for now.

Fernando Pessoa, John Ashbery, Alice Munro, Tolstoy, Holderlin, Mandelshtam, Lorca, Faulkner, Clarice Lispector, Henry Green, Jamaica Kincaid, Proust, Coetzee, David Wojnarowicz. What I'm reading lately: Dostoyevsky's "Idiot", Matthew's mind.

Tropical Malady, Decalogue, Vertigo, Night of the Hunter, Naked, Safe, Angel At My Table, Running On Empty, Gremlins, Return To Oz, Clueless, Horse Feathers, Lost Highway, Fat Girl, Tales From The Gimili Hospital, Wonder Boys, Talk To Her.

Will Oldham, Kate Bush, Arthur Russell, Yoko Ono, Van Morrison, Bruce Springsteen, Gillian Welch, Milton Nascimento, Gal Costa, Nina Simone, Low, Giacinto Scelsi, Einojuhari Rautavaara, Bjork, Hot Chip, Sufjan Stevens, Antony, Soundtrack to "Black Orpheus"

Curb Your Enthusiasm, French and Saunders, cooking shows that stuff squash blossoms with porcini mushrooms, Six Feet Under, Angels in America, Cosby Show, Dexter's Labratory, The Wedge.

Virgo

I was raised by wolves by bonfire light until kind nuns adopted me at the age of three and together we travelled the highways on foot selling religion to the heathens of each picturesque village. (Though my mind was young and unformed, I remember I did wonder why it was we needed shotguns.) All that running away from townsfolk made my bones good and strong and at the age of eighteen I left the sisters to make my way in the world.


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So I set fire to my bow, poised my arrow and shot amoungst them. I broke seventeen ribs on one side and twenty-one and a half on the other; but my arrow passed clean through without ever touching it, and the worst was I lost my arrow. But I found it again in the hollow of a tree. I felt it; it felt clammy. I smelt it; it smelt honey. -"Sir Gammer Vans" - Anonymous


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This is a really nice place. I like to look at the way they all roost. You know, we actually held hands there too, for months, back when cigarette ends could buzz in the dark all around us. Then they made that law. Oh hey, the music is arriving. It doesn't tilt as much as I would have thought. Remember those sticky places on the hand-railing? Yeah I know, his underwear is totally radiant! Seriously, though, I need my memento back. And after all the cloudy beer it was time to get up and go, but after all that cloudy beer who had the get up and go? It's so great that you can be here too.


I just moved next to Trinity Bellwoods Park. Now you'll definitely come visit me.

Those people who never tell you how they are yet you suspect they are somewhat like you and they are.