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Rust Is A Form Of Fire
Joe Fiorito spent 18 hours in total, over the course of three days, on the corner of Victoria and Queen in downtown Toronto watching the city go by and recording what he saw. The rhythms of the city ebb and flow according to the time of day. The declarative sentence is the best brush to paint an objective portrait of the city we live in. It is an example of what happens when you stay in one place and observe a single place or thing for a very long time.
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First published March 1, 2015
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December 24, 2016
184. Rust is a Form of Fire by Joe Fiorito
While this is classified as fiction, it more like a long prose poem, and it almost a love letter to Toronto. Fiorito, who is usually a Toronto Star reporter, sits at Victoria and Queen Streets and watches the people, the streetcars, the life going by. The rust imagery comes from the six figures facing outward in a circle on the north-west corner. On different days, Fiorito covers a full day at the corner and the surrounding area, which includes two coffee shops, St. Michael’s Hospital, a juice bar, the courtyard of Metropolitan United Church where there are concrete chess tables used by old players long into the night during the summer and into the autumn. Fiorito notices everything, from teens with matching t-shirts to hustling street people looking for a handout to how many people are on streetcars at certain times of the day. Every time that I pass that corner on the streetcar, I remember this book, even though it is winter.
While this is classified as fiction, it more like a long prose poem, and it almost a love letter to Toronto. Fiorito, who is usually a Toronto Star reporter, sits at Victoria and Queen Streets and watches the people, the streetcars, the life going by. The rust imagery comes from the six figures facing outward in a circle on the north-west corner. On different days, Fiorito covers a full day at the corner and the surrounding area, which includes two coffee shops, St. Michael’s Hospital, a juice bar, the courtyard of Metropolitan United Church where there are concrete chess tables used by old players long into the night during the summer and into the autumn. Fiorito notices everything, from teens with matching t-shirts to hustling street people looking for a handout to how many people are on streetcars at certain times of the day. Every time that I pass that corner on the streetcar, I remember this book, even though it is winter.
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