Monday, August 4, 2008

Fenris Badwulf meets Warren Zevon

In which an out-of-towner reaches trenchant conclusions about London, Ontario from short visits to the city's downtown and a local cemetery.

Werewolves, if they existed, and they do not, would be drawn to downtown London. This is the place of those soaring buildings, underpasses of concrete below the flying bridges that carry the weight of freight trains. Weeds grow everywhere ... which is good for it shows that the land is fertile, but it is bad because it shows that the people in charge aren't.
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1 Comment:

Mike said...

Wish I could have been there to see what inspired that piece of classic Badwulfiana...

Mike, living in your tomorrow, in rainy, cold Wellington NZ