Federation of Metro Tenants Association, untrained legal counsellor, & former Montreal anarcho-Marxist environmentalist
On the right is an anonymous literary critic, who is not a great poet either. Enjoy!
I learnt my politics on my father's knee: "What's communism, Daddy?" "No bosses." I didn't understand. "The classless society, son." Now class was something a 10 year old knew about. "I'm a communist, Dad." My father smiled. The revolution began promptly at 8:30 Monday morning. My mother did not approve. My father approved even less. My parents were never House Marxists. | Howard Tessler, a poet? Listening to him, who'd have known it? Reading his poem, he knows how to blow it! His intellect? He always tries to show it. But he sure ain't no Farley Mowat! |