> > 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.

A steep, sloping bank. Does that mean that this bank in particular is *extra* steep?

> > Wolf "Hey, it's *Issachar* who blurted the convenient corpus disposal idea anyway, really!" spirit
>
> gab"What? Not something you wanted to hear?"by

Nyper"Withdrawing from the escarpment"old