> I wouldn't know how to summarize my works as yet, either. Given that one is supposed to write one's best about what you know, I've been working on and off on a poem about Montreal, as seen from the top Plateau of Mont Royal -- and with the Cross of de Maisonneuve of 1643 in sight. That verse begins draped in white and with the lines, "Hidden souls locked, bright/Within the shearing concrete heights." Then I move downwards and describe Montreal, as seen in relation to the steep Escarpment dividing her from working-class Laval. So the best lines that I've appropriated for the Escarpment, within this heavily pregnant poem still incomplete, read something like:
>
> "How far down that canyon dropped --
> / A body twisting, twisting as it falls"

After watching the silly black-and-white film in English Comp, those lines got instantly and permanently associated with Lady Macbeth. Plus, I didn't know what an escarpment is.

> Wolf "Hey, it's *Issachar* who blurted the convenient corpus disposal idea anyway, really!" spirit

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