NHL Hocky columnist reduced to writing poems

With the NHL on ice - that is, not on ice - an important, and habitually disgruntled, Montreal Canadiens blogger is writing some of the best poetry of his life. 

There is perhaps no blogger quite as insane, or committed, or unsuited to the task of NHL hockey blogging as that of montrealmystique.ca's L'Homme de Sept Iles. Who is he? 

He is a man who has watched every single Montreal Canadien's game over the past five years - in French, on RDS, at his home in Toronto. He is Brown. For a while he allowed the myth to exist that he is a Brahmin Hindu. He is Hindu, but has recently admitted that he is not of the Brahmin caste. 

He was born and grew up in Sept Iles, Quebec. What a place for a ferocious young Hindu Anglo non-Brahmin lover of sport to grow up in. The cold Atlantic seawind lashing the shore always. Seven islands. 

Tonight his poem was: 

Total Oblivion

tractor onyx

tonkyo orbital
tailored ozone
trapped onomatopeia
tigger oyl
olive toil
tiesto origami
tickled orifice
tusk ocelot
tepid oblong
thorax ocean

apolitica

In these down times of hockey, the poetry and madness and website of L'Homme Sept Iles is a pleasing and nostalgic and wildly insane diversion.

Supernova. 

/political activist/sage of Canada 2.0