Terry Mosher
Christopher Terry Mosher, OC (born 11 November 1942) is a Canadian political cartoonist for the Montreal Gazette. He draws under the name "Aislin", a rendition of the name of his eldest daughter Aislinn (without the second 'n').
Life and career
Born in Ottawa, Ontario, Mosher attended fourteen different schools in Montreal, Toronto and Quebec City, graduating from the École des Beaux-arts in 1967. He famously won entrance to this fine arts college (now part of UQAM) by forging his high-school graduation certificate, which he called his most successful work. He then began working for The Montreal Star, moving to the Montreal Gazette in 1972.
Aislin's drawings have also appeared in numerous international publications, such as Punch, The Atlantic Monthly, Harper's, National Lampoon, Time, The Washington Star, The New York Times and the Canadian edition of The Reader's Digest. He is the author of 43 books.
Terry Mosher has had a long association with the Old Brewery Mission, Montreal's largest shelter for the homeless, and in 2001, was appointed to the institution's board of directors.
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Hope Behind Cellar Doors
by: AislinTake my eyes, but you cant have my heart.
I know there's a place where blind men can see.
But there's no hope to save you.
Hope can't save you, when your alone.
I've been to this place where blind men can see.
A life, a vision, a dream they never thought they could
reach,
but I know there's no place with enough hope to save
you,
and defend you from keeping this mind set of
when you have these inevitable hollow feelings of hope.
This is something you need to consider because,
I've been there, this place where blind men can see.
A life, a vision, a dream they never they could reach.
There wasn't any hope, there's nothing to save you,
save you from when your alone,
and there's no one left for you to leech off of,
and no one left for you to latch on to.
I ask you to listen because, I've been there,
this place where blind men can see.
A life, a vision, a dream they never they could reach.
There wasn't any hope, there's nothing to save you,
and you'll be alone, there will be nothing left,
the words you say and actions you give are far past
forgiveness.
This is my final offering for your attention because,
I've been there, this place where blind men can see.
A life, a vision, a dream they never they could reach.
There wasn't any hope, there's nothing to save you.
Absolutely nothing. You know what?
Hope cant save you, your life, your vision, your dream.