Poetry

Le Pont Mirabeau par Guillaume Apollinaire

One of my favourite poems of all time. . . and Apollinaire’s own recording, which is exactly how I imagined it would sound back in Grade 10. Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Et nos amours Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne La joie venait toujours après la peine. Vienne la nuit sonne l’heure Les jours… Continue reading Le Pont Mirabeau par Guillaume Apollinaire

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A sensory overload of a day

        After a leisurely day of sitting at home and writing, and feeling the entire time that I needed to get to work, I finally learned that we were a day late on an ad I was supposed to design for the National Post, so I rushed across town to the office to… Continue reading A sensory overload of a day