Holy Holy Holy Shit! January 26, 2010
Posted by Mark Folse in New Orleans, Toulouse Street.trackback
NOLA.Com is generally a wretched place (with the exception of Big Red Cotton), but then–with apologies with Allen Ginsberg–there are things like this from one wretched70:
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
The Saints are holy! The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!
The noise is holy! The po-boy and crawfish and grillade
and boudin holy!
Drew Brees is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is
holy! everyday is in eternity! Every Yat’s an
angel!
Jabari Greer as holy as the seraphim! Today even da mayor is
holy as you my soul are holy!
The Under Armour is holy the Ben Gay is holy the blocking dummy is
holy the fans are holy the ecstasy is holy!
Holy Archie holy Morten holy Buddy holy Hebert holy
Domilise holy Hap Glaudi holy Vic n Nat’ly holy Buddy Bolden
holy the unknown bag-heads and suffering
Aints fans past — holy the hideous human angels!
Holy ya mama up at DePaul’s! Holy the cooks
of the gumbos! Holy Kerlerec!
Holy the groaning saxophone! Holy the bop
apocalypse! Holy the jazzbands marijuana
hipsters peace & junk & drums!
Holy Chris Owens and the mystery of eternity! Holy
Bourbon bursting with midwestern Girls Gone Wild! Holy the
mysterious rivers of tears under the streets!
Holy the lone Kardashian, up in the skybox! Holy the YURPs and brangelinized newcomers! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebell-
ion! Who digs Marrero IS Marerro!
Holy Marigny Holy Ninth Ward Holy Calliope &
Harahan Holy Destrehan Holy Algiers Holy Gretna
Holy Gert-town!
Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the
clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy
the third down conversion holy the drive-thru daiquiri joints!
Holy the corruption holy the slothful holy the backward holy the
loving holy the visions holy the hallucina-
tions holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the
abyss!
Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!
bodies! suffering! magnanimity!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent
kindness of the soul! Holy Saints in the Super Bowl. Ya heard?!
or at these independent New Orleans bookstores:
Red Cotton is a writer for Gambit now
Um, yes, you’re right. I forgot about that during my way-too-early in the morning posting frenzy. And I finally met her briefly this weekend, when she was stopping into Mimi’s. Another coup for Gambit over the NOLA Pulitzer Prize Museum.