Al Purdy, the man of modern Canadian poetry, strings together beautiful phrases from rough, brazen words in this recount of a bar fight. In At The Quinte Hotel, a man sits at a bar pontificating the beautiful yellow flowers of beer when a fight breaks out. He watches innocently with the other customers until beer is spilled. You shouldnt have wasted that good beer and them beautiful flowers. Soon this sensitive man knocks the fighter to the floor and sits on him while telling him violence will get you nowhere. Both a brash drinker and a tender thinkerthe contrast dances wonderfully.