[URBAN NOTE] The prophets among us
May. 25th, 2006 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldPassing Nathan Phillips Square last evening, I saw two people standing at the City Hall's Speakers' Corner, a podium set aside on the southwestern corner of the City Hall grounds, in an area where the grass sods are being broken up by pedestrian traffic.
Speakers' Corner exists, I suppose, as a hommage to Hyde Park's own Speakers' Corner, perhaps also as a vague recognition of Anglo-Canadian links. Last night was the first time I'd seen a single person there. Instead, there were two people: one, a man, standing on the podium and singing nonsense ("Hey na na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-nuh"), the other a woman who danced with a bored expression on her face.
"It's falling, it's falling, falling, falling," he sang as I walked out of earshot. I didn't think of stopping to ask him what was falling.
Speakers' Corner exists, I suppose, as a hommage to Hyde Park's own Speakers' Corner, perhaps also as a vague recognition of Anglo-Canadian links. Last night was the first time I'd seen a single person there. Instead, there were two people: one, a man, standing on the podium and singing nonsense ("Hey na na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-nuh"), the other a woman who danced with a bored expression on her face.
"It's falling, it's falling, falling, falling," he sang as I walked out of earshot. I didn't think of stopping to ask him what was falling.
