THE WHOLE WORLD SMELLS OF LILACS,
THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD. - Al Purdy
...i saw that an Al Purdy documentary was coming to the Salt Spring Island film festival...
...so i went to the library and grabbed a couple of his poetry books and was all set...next week i head over there, and they wanted to charge me 15 doll hairs and i only got 10...so i said fuck it...go on an adventure instead...went to the free bookstore at the recycling depot and found a big table book on "impressionism"...you know...gauguin, renoir, van gogh, monet...
...the dead painters society...good find, cause i'm a big fan...next i drive over to Mona Fertig's literary storefront...she's the Lawrence Ferlinghetti of Canada!...she's the Sylvia Beach of British Columbia...don't know, now you know!...
...talked poetry...she told me Al Purdy did a reading at the literary storefront in Vancouver back in the late 70s...also talked paintings...her dad was Moon Man aka George Fertig...paintings were and still are heavily slept on...
...zzzzzzzzzzzz...WAKE UP!!!...chatting away...when Mona's partner in crime...Peter Haase pops in...
...got to chatting with him and says he needs some help with some odd jobs...would i be interested?...no doubt...suns out so i say bye and grab my daughter for a bike ride...while biking around we find 27 beer cans...enough for a sourdough cheeze twist at Barb's...that was a fun adventure...like a bizarre ride to the pharcyde...like a parallel universe...could've been sitting in the theatre...instead i hit the road...found a book...got a job...money from the beer cans to buy a treat...spent time with my daughter in the spring suns shine...the next day...the rain came...the fleas came...sometimes the whole world smells like lilacs, and the next day it smells like...
