The last “yassou” in Greek Town
Made ouzo shots fly up as one.
A Greek, Italian and Australian
Created madness therein.
The divine imagination
Was at least equal to the heroic sum.
A taxi drove us home at five am,
The meter set at sunrise’s minimum.
The Haitian cabbie hesitated
As though on voodoo we had visited:
Like the wing of a soaring sun
Countless gulls lifted as one.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 2:19 PM UTC
The last “yassou” in Greek Town
Made ouzo shots fly up as one.
A Greek, Italian and Australian
Created madness therein.
The divine imagination
Was at least equal to the heroic sum.
A taxi drove us home at five am,
The meter set at sunrise’s minimum.
The Haitian cabbie hesitated
As though on voodoo we had visited:
Like the wing of a soaring sun
Countless gulls lifted as one.
“Montreal Drinking Story” celebrates one night of creative energy, as a Greek artist, an Australian musician, and the Italian poet—together embodying “divine imagination”—move from revelry to a mythic dawn witnessed in the rise of hundreds of gulls.
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