I Hate Winnipeg.
Well, it is pouring in Winnipeg, again. This city seems eternally overcast, while half of that, I’m sure, is only perceived, it still seems forever gray.
It is funny. There is something wholly its own about this city. Winnipeg emits a duality, and a love/hate dichotomy exists for every person who lives here. While today may be ashen gray, a promise of gold lingers above. Every day of sun has you looking to the horizon, or over your shoulder, trying to catch the gloom that seems to live out of the corner of your vision. And that dyad is Winnipeg. It may not make sense unless you have lived or are living here.
It is hard to put a finger on it, but Winnipeg’s dichotomy can be characterized through its highs and lows.
It is a city known for its arts, and yet its people are responsible for the injection of its local, obese radio DJ into 34th place on the CBC’s “The Greatest Canadian“.
The NHL found a home here for an abysmal franchise, and left.
The AHL gave the city the Moose, who seem to be the visiting team no matter how often they win.
Winnipeg was once supposed to be the capital of Canada, now we have an overly large legislature serving as a reminder.
Winnipeg is home of the “almost was”, or the “could have been”. But, it is also the home of a diverse and vibrant culture, a place of “we are”.
…And I recently ran into a beautiful song that captures the essence of Winnipeg, and the see-saw relationship its residents have with the city. If you can, download listen to it.
It is called “One Great City” by The Weakerthans. If you are a ‘pegger, you’ll identify with it immediately. If you aren’t, then maybe the song will give you an understanding of what it is like to live “at the forks”.
“One Great City”
late afternoon another day is nearly done
a darker grey is breaking through a lighter one
a thousand sharpened elbows in the undergroundthat hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor
and in the dollar store the clerk is closing up
and counting loonies trying not to say
i hate winnipegthe driver checks the mirror seven minutes late
crowded riders’ restlessness enunciates
the Guess Who suck, the Jets were lousy anyway
the same mood every dayand in the turning lane
someone’s stalled again
he’s talking to himself
and hears the price of gas repeat his phrase
i hate winnipegup above us all,
leaning into sky
our golden business boy
will watch the north end die
and sing ‘i love this town’
then let his arching wrecking ball proclaim:
“i…hate…winnipeg”
More: Apparently, Manitoba is the only province without an official motto.






