@ Jonathon Lipsin All my life i have used cafes as my haunts . This is where i have plotted adventures,wrote incessantly ,met muses while i scribbled poetry thoughtfully,encountered bodisattvas in the guise of world travelers and sages and used as my office long before the computer era. I come by it honestly. My grandfather Alter,that […]
“When i bite into a Montreal bagel it is more than the bagel.It is a portal into my childhood memories and cold snowy nights waiting in line at the bagel bakery eagerly waiting to buy a dozen just out of the wood burning oven and the heat from the bagels would steam up my glasses […]
When i was 16 i was an editor of the underground newspaper in Montreal called Logos and i was part of a very political and revolutionary commune.We all lived in an 8 room house where we also operated a non profit food co op of natural organic foods,the first i believe in Montreal before health […]
Some photo’s of my Montreal as well as Leonard Cohen‘s . We share all these places. There is the Main restaurant where he would frequent with his family in his teenage years among the pimps and gangsters who would also hang out .I too preferred this place in my youth. The old Bagg st synagogue where […]
I canoed with broad strokes on the Riviere de Prairie from the small town called St Genevieve that goes back to the 1800’s on the West Island of Montreal where my brother lives. His house fronts the river and it is an easy task to push his canoe into the calm water . The trees […]
Having a souvlaki at a place i have been going to for over 35 years right across from the bagel bakery and around the corner from my father’s childhood place. And now for a bagel.
That moment when you are in a bookstore in your old hometown of Montreal and you see an old familiar book.I and Thou by Martin Buber and you open the front page and you see your name in the book from 1976. You can check out but you can never really leave.
Lion I have crawled on your back since i was three every year i come here and it finds me following this ritual. Once as a three year old i looked out from behind your mane fearlessly from this perch onto a world i was eager to explore. What dreams i dreamt as i gazed […]
by Jonathon D Lipsin.. I know this air the air of the north, Canadian air that has been fed into my milk at birth and these trees , i recognize them too that hard bark just waiting for winter winds to blow. I know this grass and these hills like the grass and hills of […]
When i was a little itty baby boy my father thought it would be beneficial for me to meet a black person because he was taking me to NYC and it would be my first time so we went to the Central Train Station in Montreal and amidst the steam of the trains and the […]