Jumpin' Jehosephat on a pogo stick! The mysterious Burrowaugh has surfaced from his subterranian den and seen his own shadow. It's the first day of Spring!! Amazing! To quote the morose master of Canadian letters:
"The little lambs are leaping through the Easter hoop so the insomniac can get to sleep but he's caught without his knife and fork because it's probably Spring. It's probably Spring. You can give away your money for an hour. You can resume your childhood plan. You're naked and the snake is hungry but the viscious thing won't sting becasue it's probably Spring."
Ah Leonard! People say your latest work is too happy, but I'm glad you found some contentment up there in the Zen monastary. I love the song that goes,
"By the waters dark I staggered on
I gave myself to Babylon."
"You loose your grip
and then you slip
into the masterpiece"
Both quotes are from his second last, allegedly happier, album (thanks to Dr. F for that Christmas gift). Wherever you are today Leonard, playing Spanish guitar to the sparrows, or sipping wine in some dark lady's chambers, I hope it is spring for you too. Burrowaugh! Burrowaugh!