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Feed the Lake April 30, 2012

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A Jean Rhys quote from writer Tao Lin’s letter to the subscribers to The Rumpus’ Letters in the Mail.

April 28, 2012

Posted by The Typist in Fortin Street, Jazz Fest, Murder, New Orleans, The Narrative, Toulouse Street.
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If you open a beer while making boudin for breakfast at, oh, 11:30 it must be Jazz Fest on Fortin Street. The mini Bose are in the window playing Crescent City Soul Vol. 3 and 4. I found these disks in the Fargo library and promptly burned myself a copy. Someone had stolen Vol. 1 and 2 already. When I priced them I found out why. Out of print, they go for about $400, more if the box they came in is in what book sellers call Fine condition.

This is not a bad way to enjoy Jazz Fest, sitting on the stoop hearing the music loud and clear and watching people go by. The crowds fun watching them pass by the house instead of elbowing your way through a beer or food line. People look at the sign and stop to take a picture and talk. It’s friendlier out here on the perimeter.

And I’m closer to the Blues Stage than you’ll ever be in this lifetime.

Brother Tyrone & the Mindbenders are up on the Blues Tent stage, maybe 50 feet from my stoop so I’m saving Vol. 4 for the next break. Better to check the beans and plant myself in the V.I.P* section of the Fortin Street Stage. Last year no one ate the four pounds of red beans because everyone comes out full, but I figure my neighbor Jimmy and I will have lunch.

* Very Intense Proximity.

Odd Words Doesn’t Go To Jazz Fest (But You Should) April 28, 2012

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at least to check out the events at the Book Tent this year:

April 28th – Saturday

Tom Piazza 1 – 2:00PM
Devil Sent The Rain

Keith Spera 2 – 3:00PM
Groove Interrupted

*Al Kennedy 4 – 5:00PM
Big Chief Harrison and the Mardi Gras Indians

Peggy Scott LaBorde 5 – 6:00PM
Lost Restaurants of New Orleans

April 29th – Sunday

Alden Taylor 12 – 1:00PM
Harry Taylor Who Dat Dog

*Johnette Downing 1 – 2:00PM
Why The Oyster Has the Pearl

Ben Sandmel 3 – 4:00PM
Ernie K-Doe

Larry Powell 4 – 5:00PM
Accidental City

John Klingman 5 – 6:00PM
New In New Orleans Architecture

Second Weekend — May 3rd – Thursday

Ann Benoit 1 – 2:00PM
Broussard’s Restaurant & Courtyard Cookbook

Moira Crone 2 – 3:00PM
The Not Yet

Alison Fensterstock 3 – 4:00PM
Definition of Bounce: Between Ups and Downs in New Orleans

May 4th– Friday

Tom Fitzmorris 12 – 1:00PM
Lost Restaurants of New Orleans

Laura Rowland 1 – 2:00PM
Ronin’s Mistress

Jeremie Gersin 2 – 3:00PM
New Orleans Sojourn

Sherry Alexander 3 – 4:00PM
Courtroom Carnival

Jim Nolan 4 – 5:00PM
Higher Ground

West Freeman 5 – 6:00PM
Garden District of New Orleans

May 5th – Saturday

Robert Jeanfreau 12-1:00PM
Story Behind the Stone

Constance Adler 1 – 2:00PM
My Bayou

Alex Cook 2 – 3:00PM
Louisiana Saturday Night

Tom Piazza 3 – 4:00PM
Devils Sent The Rain

* Keith Spera 4 – 5:00PM
Groove Interrrupted

May 6th – Sunday

Cornell Landry 12 – 1:00PM
Happy Mardi Gras, Happy Jazz Fest, Goodnight NOLA, One Dat Two Dat

Mary Richardson 2 – 3:00PM
Open Your Heart and Let Love In

* Ben Sandmel 3 – 4:00PM
Ernie K-Doe

Errol Barron 5 – 6:00PM
New Orleans Observed

* Indicates an interview or performance is scheduled prior to the booksigning and the booksigning will be mentioned

Treme staff and actors will be signing the second season DVD in one of the empty slots. I will notify you as soon as I know what day.

Odd Words Readers should stop by the Fortin Street Stage on your way toward the side gate. I got water. I got cold beer. I got red beans. I got good red beans.

Shield of Beauty April 27, 2012

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“. . . I am going to put a shield of beauty
over the face of the earth to protect us.”

– Sun Rha

Odd Words’ Thursday in Briefs April 26, 2012

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I really need to get in the shower. By the time I got home last night from my son’s NOCCA concert and made dinner, I realized I needed to knock off a pile of reading for class today so here’s a list of Thursday’s events. I’ll put up a complete list for the week later today so I can avoid working on my papers.

& Tonight 17 Poets features April 26 New Orleans author Moira Crone reading and signing from her book of stories The Not Yet (UNO Press). I heard her read excerpts on a panel at the Faulkner Festival this year and it sounds like a wonderful book.

& A quick heads up so you can plan your weekend: Studio in the Woods will host its annual Forestival featuring artists in residence from the past year. Among those will be Benjamin Morris, fiction writer, essayist and playwright, is the author of numerous award-winning works of literature and was an “Ebb & Flow” writer-in-residence at A Studio In The Woods from September-November 2011. As a resident, he began work on a new poetry collection provisionally entitled “Ecotone.”

Have A Banana April 25, 2012

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Hell, have two. You’re going to be here a while. Or have been here a while. Perhaps a very long while. It’s hard to tell.

Odd Words Does World Book Night April 24, 2012

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World Book Night was a gas. I gave away 24 copies of Tim O’Brien’s The Things The Carried to tourists, street musicians and other various and sundry folk in the 600 block of Frenchman Street. A lot of younger people stopped but told me that every college professor in the last decade has assigned the book in some class. And how much they loved it. I’m glad to see it is so widely read. One gentleman stopped and asked what the book was about, then told me “he’d half enough flashbacks.” I ran into Donna Allen and a friend who were wandering the neighborhood distributing books. I would do this again any time WorldBookNight.org decides to do it again.

Spilling coffee on your keyboard April 23, 2012

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Oddly enough, this all started with a Facebook post about an online article on the pernicious effects of modern social media on conversation (really, more generally on people’s ability to interact with each other in recognizable ways, but I found the part about conversation the most interesting.

Once there were social media technologies that fostered something like real conversation even among folks like Ray and I who tend to be shy, especially in social situations full of strangers. Back around 1990 the main form of technical social media was Bulletin Board Systems (BBS). These usually consisted of a computer with a single modem, with software supporting a tecnically single-threaded conversation, although the posts could cover several separate conversations, rather like a group of people sitting around a table talking.

The beauty of such systems and social networks was that you typically had to be invited to join a BBS, a friend inviting you to a party where you weren’t going to know anyone else. One benefit for the shy among us is you didn’t have to size up the room, decide who you were going to talk to or follow your friend around like a faithful dog waiting to be introduced to people. You lurked a bit for a while, began to enter the conversations slowly, and over time found yourself a part of a genuine if very slow motion conversation.

Actually, BBS systems were at the juncture of old fashioned conversation and letter writing. Only one person could be on the BBS at a time, so responses were often delayed. People wrote longer, and more thoughtful messages. It encouraged a conversation with people not present that only the pre-telephone, pre-Internet generation understood: sitting down and writing a thoughtful reply. The BBS in my experience were not an entirely solitary exercise. Because a group of users grew to be friends over time, we would regularly meet in person: we would go to see a play in which the BBS owner was performing, or meet for drinks or to eat crabs in Maryland. The BBS environment fostered genuine connections, thoughtful interaction and in certain ways improved each user’s about writing craft, careful writing that today’s social media do not provide room for. It was as close to the genuinely epistolary as many people in the post-Baby Boom generations were ever going to get. The blog world can encourage thoughtful writing if the author chooses to use it that way, blogging become not a social movement but simply another publishing medium. Blogs once encouraged something like conversation in the comments section but blogs are rapidly being supplanted by systems like Facebook, Tumblr and Twitter that have precisely the opposite effect on conversation and writing. Comments sections on most blogs sit empty, especially if you cross post to your Facebook and Twitter account.

Its possible that the detached, surface-obsessed and highly ironic writing of the emerging generation is influenced by their time on social media, but it is too facile to find one cause for anything. One could just as easily blame cable television, the feeling of connectedness to the world from the solitary comfort of one’s couch. Television has been a central, organizing aspect of casual social interaction for fifty years, providing a common subject for conversation among casual acquaintances and recently introduced strangers. Perhaps our social attachment to the television fosters young writers obsession with the surface as the expense of emotion. If your main source of news is John Stewart and Steven Colbert then the archly ironic could easily become a primary voice in writing and conversation. (To judge how ubiquitous television is, I just now typed in the single world Colbert into Google to find how whether he was a Steven or a Stephen. Apparently there are no other Colberts of note in teh world).

I don’t agree that the prevailing social media are diseases affecting society but tools. Young people (my daughter for example) mostly use text messaging to organize themselves socially, the way an earlier generation used the telephone. Environments like Facebook are only socially pernicious if the user allows them to supplant all other communication. Social media are a serious distraction from putting words thoughtfully on paper but are only harmful to real writing or conversation if you never shut the damn computer off, go out and look someone in the eye with the phone in your pocket (or better, off for a bit: try it; you will not die). You might even find yourself in a conversation with someone you know only as a Facebook friend of a friend if you encounter each other in the real world. We had to make this happen in the BBS world through what were called “meet-ups”, but the scope of friends and followers you develop online expands the possibilities for a chance encounter. Your mutual friend doesn’t even need to be at the party to introduce you, because you’ve already been introduced. Go out. Risk spilling coffee on yourself because you are so engrossed in an actual conversation rather than on your keyboard because you are trying to manage work, personal email and your Facebook account all at the same time.

You Make Shit Up April 22, 2012

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Everything has a rational explanation. Those cuts you don’t remember getting until you get blood on something (leprosy or epilepsy). Why organic milk keeps longer in the fridge (irradiation or preservatives). Those mysterious stains on the linoleum that came with the apartment (ritual sacrifice or a blowtorch accident). Why my Kindle locks up two minutes before class (gamma rays or those bad things you said about Amazon on line) (never underestimate the power of Amazon). The problem is, how do you know which? The problem is, why do these things occur in my life? The problem is, why do I think about them so much? The problem is, why do I come up with these possible answers? And why can’t I turn off Comma Use (consider revising) in Word when I like the way I use commas just fine (illiterate code monkeys or those bad things you said about Microsoft online) (never underestimate the power of Bill Gates).

When your rational explanations become increasingly irrational it is time to expand your definition of rational. (Is Mercury retrograde?) Or start drinking. The two things are not mutually exclusive but somewhere this side of pink elephants there are rational explanations for things that appear to defy explanation. They are not, however, half as interesting as the inventive. I was pretty sure that thunk noise my house in D.C. made around ten every night was the building settling from temperature changes and not the story I told everyone about the tenant who hung himself from a transom at exactly that time. Expand the rational. Use your imagination. Make shit up. The entire history of literature can be summed up as: These things happened: to people, to places, to things. These things make no sense. Make shit up. God for example. Q.E.D.

(I do not own a Kindle.)

Non-fiction is not made up shit. It is potentially worse. You pitch an editor, write a book proposal. If you don’t deliver they might to be disappointed, especially if you get paid anyway. Publishing is the manufacture and sale of words, and if you go outside the control lines you are a statistical deviant. This is terribly bad if you are a Toyota, but you are not. They have manged to convince you that you are a Toyota. You can always find someone to feed your preconceived story which is possibly worse. Once you commit yourself to the path of fact you are not allowed outside the lines.

Here on Toulouse Street I am not committed to the supremacy of fact.

(I no longer live on Toulouse Street.) (I am not giving up my Google position ahead of the Doobie Brothers.)

The last time I wrote as a journalist was a few months ago. The last time before that, 30 years, so I took good notes. I brought a digital recorder and listened to it on the way home before I transcribed my notes. I was committed to the path of fact. Someone saw the story online and said I misquoted them. They told me the “real” version of the story. I listened to my recording again with my notes in hand. I got it right the first time.

I think they did, too. It was a better story, and close enough to the original I struggle to understand the desire for a correction. I can only think a dozen years of Catholic school had something to do with it. All that guilt. Please print my act of contrition and three Hail Marys.

The paper ran an online correction which probably no one read. The better story triumphed.

I was given an F in art in first grade because I refused to color inside the lines. My father the architect was furious, and went down to St. Pius and chewed out Sister Timothy, who I think came up to just above his waist. This was not how a past president of the Holy Name Society was supposed to behave. I learned to color inside the lines anyway, but not to like it. Still, I managed a career in journalism and managed a few small awards. I left that for politics, where facts are malleable weapons and control of context and the conversation is everything. I hated it and learned a great deal.

Feeling a sense of relief at being laid off is definitely outside the control lines. I like it out here. I no longer aspire to meanness, the veneration of the average. Fact lives inside the control lines, is quantifiable, measurable, metric. Truth lives outside the control lines, is a failure of controls. Truth is disruptive of process, must be brought under control, inside the lines. Just look what they did to Jesus. He did not die for your sins; he died to scare the shit out of you, your boss Yahweh in front of a flip chart stabbing his finger at your dots out there on the perimeter and having a fit.

To move Truth inside the control lines you must identify it, determine its causes, submit it to metrics and bring it under control. Once it is subject to metrics it becomes fact. And facts are only interesting to me when they fall outside the control lines: the length of a monstrous squid hauled up from the depths, the delightful irregularity of the rings on a plate of calamari.

If you are searching the world for a neat and packaged truth with a t like Jesus nailed to the wall of a room I suggest mescaline because it is a great deal more fun than church. Or a class in Six Sigma. And more honest.

I didn’t finish my Six Sigma green belt.

I don’t have any mescaline.

I don’t go to church.

If you are looking for Truth here on Toulouse Street I will deal you in. I might have all the facts or I may have a hole in my straight. I don’t have to show my hand. I can always smile and fold but instead I will bluff well and you will buy it and never know. Have another beer. It’s a nickel and dime game anyway. The statistics governing poker, betting inside the control lines, is not the point. We play in the land of wild cards and the bluff. The veracity of the stories we tell is not important. As long as you get what you came for–lost less than I spent on beer and snacks, hung with your friends, got something off your chest in front of what is as close to a sympathetic and trusting audience as men get–everybody goes home happy.

(I don’t play poker).

Odd Words April 19, 2012

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Who knew New Orleans’ own Susan Larson, former book editor of the Times Picayune and literary woman about town, was a Pulitzer Prize fiction judge? I caught her on NPR Morning Edition discussing the prize board’s decision not to award a prize in fiction. Ms. Larson was very politic in accepting the panel’s decision but I think its crazy to ask people to screen 300 nominees down to three and then not pick a winner.

An important editorial decision: In the interest of occasionally eating and sleeping, all events are going to present the damn book title however the original source listed it. Anyone offended and requesting I follow strict MLA guidelines is invited to proof my end of semester papers.

Without further ado, we have three events on a night when all sensible people will be power chugging french press and working all night on a paper on the role of medieval theater and festival in Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Knight’s Tale (knight procouned nicht, medieval root of “ni”), worrying about where Odd Words is going to do its World Book Night distribution, and demonstrating our new found knowledge of the concept of occupacio by writing this extended “without further ado” introduction that does exactly what I said I wasn’t going to do, at great length, and with a great deal of further ado:

& Thursday at 17 Poets! readers will include Poets Christopher Shipman, Vincent Cellucci,
and Allison Cobb. Shipman is the author of Human-Carrying Flight Technology (Blaze VOX), Romeo’s Ugly Nose (forthcoming from Allography Press), and co-author with DeWitt Brinson of Super Poems (forthcoming from Kattywompus Press). Shipman was a finalist for the 2011 Carolina Wren Poetry Series Award, the 2010 Akron Poetry Prize, the 2010 Copperdome Prize, and the 2009 Slash Pine Press Prize. Cellucci founded the Baton Rouge reading series River Writers. He wrote An Easy Place / To Die and teaches communication for Louisiana State University’s College of Art + Design. Cobb is the author of Born2 (Chax Press, 2004) about her hometown of Los Alamos, New Mexico, and Green-Wood (Factory School, 2010) about a famous nineteenth-century cemetery in Brooklyn, New York. Her work combines history, personal narrative, and poetry to address issues of landscape, politics, and ecology. 7:30 p.m. at that prominent power spot on the ley lines of the poetry multiverse, The Goldmine Saloon

& Maple Street Book Shop will celebrate the release of Ben Kopel’s poetry anthology, Victory Friday, April 20 at 6 p.m. CA Conrad and Magdelana Zurawski will be helping Ben do his victory lap. Kopel currently lives in New Orleans, Louisiana, where he teaches creative writing and English literature to high school students. He also curates the Left of the Dial Reading Series at Euclid Records in the Bywater neighborhood. Victory, his first full-length collection of poems, was recently released by H_NGM_N Books. You can see what he is currently up to on partmutilationpartvictory.tumblr.com.

& Last but not least Octavia Books hosts a reading & signing with Gerald Duff featuring his novel, DIRTY RICE Thursday at 6 p.m. Dirty Rice is the tale of Gemar Batiste, a talented young pitcher from Texas recruited into the minor Evangeline League during the 1930s. Unlike his Acadian team mates Batiste is a reservation-raised Alabama-Coushatta Indian who is asked to play the stereotypical Indian among other challenges.

& On Friday at NOMA , Megan Burns and Gina Ferrara, whose poetry has been influenced by art, and one artist, Tricia Vitrano, whose art has been influenced by poetry will be the speakers in a panel discussion moderated by Susan Larson, host of The Reading Life on WWNO. The event starts at 5:30 p.m. in the Great Hall, with a reception for Megan Burns, Gina Ferrara, Susan Larson, and Tricia Vitrano. Snacks will be provided, and a cash bar will be available. At 6:00 p.m. the panel discussion will begin in the auditorium At 7:00 p.m. there will be a book signing in the Great Hall.

& Garden District Bookshop will host Susan Morse discussing and signing her book The Habit on Saturday, April 21 at 3 p.m. Morse’s book is the story of a sandwich generation daughter caring for her 85-old mother who has decided to become a nun.

& Also on Saturday, April 21, at 3 p.m. Maple Street Book Shop Healing Center location on St. Claude hosts an Earth Day discussion with Antonia Juhasz, the author of The Tyranny of Oil (Harper Paperback) and Black Tide: The Devastating Impact of the Gulf Oil Spill (Wiley).

& On Sunday the Maple Leaf Bar Reading Series hosts a group reading by THE NEW ORLEANS HAIKU SOCIETY followed by an open mike, and possibly some drinking completely unrelated to the featured guests. Unless, of course, they’re buying.

& This and every Monday is The Writer’s Block, an open reading on the steps of the amphitheater across from Jackson Square at 9 p.m. You can follow their Facebook page here.

& On Tuesday, April 24 Octavia hosts French artist Gersin comes to present and sign his recently publishied NEW ORLEANS SOJOURN. A sketchbook by definition, this impressive book is Gersin’s travel diary, written in French, from his three-month trip to New Orleans. Gersin chose New Orleans for its aura of culture, history, music, and soul, and immersed in the local atmosphere, he documented the city—its day-to-day life, history, myths, and folklore, as well as his impressions—in the form of notes and detailed illustration.

& And before I am severely punished for failing to remind both of us (that’s me and you all, not me and my only reader, although that’s possible): the distinguished Pulitzer Prize Judge Susan Larson hosts A Reading Life Tuesdays at 6:30 p.m. on WWNO-FM, 89.9. I’m putting it in my Android calendar right now. I swear. (Oh, look, a squirrel! . . .

THE NIGHT THAT LORCA COMES April 18, 2012

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[Happy Birthday, Bob Kaufman.]

THE NIGHT THAT LORCA COMES
SHALL BE A STRANGE NIGHT IN THE
SOUTH, IT SHALL BE THE TIME WHEN NEGROES LEAVE THE
SOUTH
FOREVER,
GREEN TRAINS SHALL ARRIVE
FROM RED PLANET MARS
CRACKLING BLUENESS SHALL SEND TOOTH-COVERED CARS FOR
THEM
TO LEAVE IN, TO GO INTO
THE NORTH FOREVER, AND I SEE MY LITTLE GIRL MOTHER
AGAIN WITH HER CROSS THAT
IS NOT BURNING, HER SKIRTS
OF BLACK, OF ALL COLORS, HER AURA
OF FAMILIARITY, THE SOUTH SHALL WEEP
BITTER TEARS TO NO AVAIL,
THE NEGROES HAVE GONE
INTO CRACKLING BLUENESS.
CRISPUS ATTUCKS SHALL ARRIVE WITH THE BOSTON
COMMONS, TO TAKE ELISSI LANDI
NORTH, CRISPUS ATTACKS SHALL
BE LAYING ON BOSTON COMMONS,
ELISSI LANDI SHALL FEEL ALIVE
AGAIN. I SHALL CALL HER NAME
AS SHE STEPS ON TO THE BOSTON
COMMONS, AND FLIES NORTH FOREVER,
LINCOLN SHALL BE THERE,
TO SEE THEM LEAVE THE
SOUTH FOREVER, ELISSI LANDI, SHE WILL BE
GREEN,
THE WHITE SOUTH SHALL GATHER AT
PRESERVATION HALL.

Tax Babelfish April 16, 2012

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A Message from the Commissioner (English –> Dutch –> English):

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Because April 16, 2012

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Because some days you manage to give a shit for maybe two minutes. Then you wipe, wash, ignore the automatic coffee and go back to bed.

Because the beer. Because the hour. Because both pillows. Because the moon.

Because the morning laptop epileptic aura glares in the brain, the want to swallow your tongue, to vanish in a magician’s shower of sparks.

Because sometimes insanity is the best defense.

Booker April 15, 2012

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The crowds pass on Bourbon as always, out of season beads and plastic cups. Over by the river thousands in front of the stages, brass band and accordion, Gibson and Zildjian, lawn chair and parasol. Inside the Royal Sonesta the crowd is older and better dressed, settled at tables, waitresses passing with trays of glasses, and on stage Joe Krown plays James Booker. I have wanted to do this for years but even if you go downtown alone you always fall in with a crowd, everyone is there, another tray of beer is on the way, another stage, another chance to dance. You are swept up in the ant hill madness. Carnival or festival you follow your crowd. This year I break away because some things should be remembered, not just in the cut out paintings at Jazz Fest but in the hands of memory on the piano.

Joe Krown is one of the exemplars of our generation, following a tradition that reaches back through Booker and Professor Longhair to the barrel house. It takes an accomplished pianist to do Booker credit. Behind the eye patch stood Bach and Chopin, Erroll Garner and Liberace, a turn as his preacher-father’s organ. Equally at home on the Sunny Side of the Street or hunched over Junco Partner, Booker had a range and virtuosity no one in the city could match. If Professor Longhair stands at the root of modern New Orleans music, Booker was the leafy canopy, branching out equally in every direction, toward and away from the sun, swinging in every direction.

In Irvin Mayfield’s packed club Krown plays a baby grand, joined by a saxophone and a drummer. The side men are good but after a while my mind drifts off during their solos, memory adjusting the mix on the soundboard of the old upright that once stood in the Maple Leaf bar, just behind the jukebox. It’s Friday, I’m off work early and my girlfriend’s job is just around the corner. I sit at the bar and order a beer and a man in an eye patch sits next to me, says nothing. The bartender pays him no mind. You want a drink, I ask? Sure he says. I don’t remember what he drank. Everyone remembers that he drank, that he died of kidney failure in a wheel chair at Charity, just another poor Black man waiting his turn. He takes his drink back to the piano and pays me back unasked. Somewhere behind that one-eyed jack eye patch is all of the joy and sorrow of New Orleans, the tribulations of musicians, piano lesson and barroom, something rare and delicate that could not grow outside of this city.

I slip in front of the crowd to take a picture and Krown mugs for the camera. For a moment I’m just another tourist in a room that looks a lot like the midday crowd at the Jazz Historical Park concerts, back from their free lunch break for a requisite allotment of the music before they climb back into their buses for a drive down St. Charles Avenue. I slip out into the patio for a cigarette, stealing a candle off the carefully set tables of someone’s upcoming wedding party to jam open the door behind the soundboard so I can hear. The sound man smiles. There is something just right about finding a place outside the crowded room, drink and cigarette in hand, close to the piano, unwilling to miss a single bar. Some hotel functionary shoes me away, reclaims the candle and I go back into the breezeway to find a place to snub out my smoke and get back inside. Someone along the back wall with a clear view of the piano gets up from their stuffed chair and I make for their spot like it’s the fire exit, plop down where I can watch Krown’s hands on the keyboard or just close my eyes and listen, alone with the music, drifting from the upholstered barrel chair to the barrel house barstool of nineteen seventy something and Friday afternoon.

Somewhere up in Woldenburg Park a band is setting up, getting ready for the last set of the day. Behind the stage, visible only if you squint your eyes just right, something hovers, choir-robed arms outstretched, a crown of thorns and a bared heart, an eye patch with a gold star. The band is there because we are here, because deep down in the bone everyone who has heard or played a note in New Orleans does so in the shadow of James Booker.

Odd Words April 12, 2012

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Too many writers write for the wrong reasons. They want to get famous or they want to get rich or they want to get laid by the girls with bluebells in their hair. (Maybe that last ain’t a bad idea).

When everything works best it’s not because you chose writing but because writing chose you. It’s when you’re mad with it, it’s when it’s stuffed in your ears, your nostrils, under your fingernails. It’s when there’s no hope but that.

– Charles Bukowski, in a letter to William Packard

You can read the whole thing here at Letters of Note.

Another one:

Are we all collage? Dense, tensed and unlocatable?.
— Untitled ((on John Wieners) ), by Bruce Andrews,
from the first edition of L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E

I think that one line, very early from his career, is a great introduction to Bruce Andrews’ L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E poetry, better than I could ever hope to.

& This Thurday 17 Poets! at the Goldmine Saloon features poets Poets Bruce Andrews and Alex Rawls. Andrews co-edited L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E magazine from 1978 to 1981 and has published numerous volumes of poetry. Rawls is the editor of the local culture magazine Offbeat and has published two chapbooks, Jayne Mansfield’s Dog and Gatsby. Opening for the features will be your humble narrator, Mark Folse. An open mic follows. 7:30 p.m., Thursday, April 11.

& Also on Thursday at 5:30 p.m. Garden District Books hosts Lawrence Powell and his book The Accidental City: Improvising New Orleans tracing New Orleans’ history in its earliest years from its founding through statehood. come meet Messrs. Iberville and Bienville and a host of other fascinating characters Thursday, April 12 at 5:30 p.m.

& Also on Thursday Maple Street’s Healing Center location will host Frank Perez and Jeffrey Palmquist will discuss and sign their book In Exile: The History and Lore Surrounding New Orleans Gay Culture and Its Oldest Gay Bar. Thursday, April 12 at 6 p.m., and at the Uptown location, Susan Haltom, author of One Writer’s Garden: Eudora Welty’s Home Place at 6 p.m.

& Rounding out an awfully busy Thursday, Octavia Books will present Vince P. Caire’s Louisiana Aviation: An Extraoordinary History in Photographs, at 6 p.m.

& Saturday Garden District Books features Jim Fraiser and West Freeman and their book The Garden District of New Orleans, an architectural and historical tour of the big easy’s cardinal suburb. Saturday, April 14 at 1:00 p.m.

& At the Maple Leaf Bar on Sunday, April 15 WHAT?

& The New Orleans Haiku Society meeting is on Monday April 16, 6 p.m. at Latter Memorial Library.

& On Tuesday, April 17 Octavia Books will launch Please local author Moira Crone’s new novel, The Not Yet, an adventure set in New Orleans of the future.

& Poets Andy Young, Jessica Henricksen and Andy Stallings will read at Antenna Gallery, 3161 Burgundy St., Tuesday, April 17 at 7 p.m. Young is instructor in poetry at the New Orleans Center for Creative Arts. Stallings is co-editor of THERMOS magazine and a creative writing instructor at Tulane University. Henrecksen has just published her first chapbook, Past the Breakers (Lost Hill Books, 2012). 7 p.m., Tuesday, April 17.

Room Full of Blues April 8, 2012

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Green Weather April 6, 2012

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Its a blue and breezy 66 degrees outside. My cheap weather station says the humidity is 60% just outside my door. The winter-barren columnade of Nuttal Oaks (as best I can tell from the LSU Ag Center leaf identification site) are leafed in their brightest Easter green. There is probably no better indication of spring than my going out the door this morning to pluck a cluster of leaves and look them up when I should be working. If I knew how to weave a May crown out of these things I would frighten the hell out of my son when he wakes up.

The trees just barely shield me from the sound of Jazz Fest construction across the street. Jazz Fest is for me the start of summer, the first time out of the house and into the sun in spite of the heat. It is only weeks away, a movable feast like Easter, tied to the weekend in the middle of the weeks that straddle April and May. Soon I will be standing too far back from the music, digging in my bag for sunscreen and cursing the decision that put the only decent bear clear across the Fairgrounds from the Gentilly Stage. Or I will sit on my stoop watching the crowds pass in and out, door open so I can hear my music between sets, air conditioning bleeding out through the door.

That is later. This is now, the leaves laying darkly on the off-white cushion on the spare chair next to my front-room desk. They look nice enough there but better across the street, semaphores for the gentle breeze, the last not a a trite modifier but the description for Beaufort Force 3 winds. “Leaves and small twigs constantly moving, light flags extended.” I haven’t put up my New Orleans flag since I took down the Krewe de Vieux banner.

There is room in front to put in some inexpensive flowers, but I don’t have time right now. I think I will just put up my flag instead with it’s marigold fluer de lis and it’s bright impatien red, white and blue call it good.

Odd Words April 5, 2012

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Fans of outlaw poetry are going to want to rush over and start downloading the images of Fuck You – A Magazine of the Arts edited by Ed Sanders in the early 1960s. It is not all outlaw W.H. Auden joins Charles Olson, Philip Whalen, Gregory Corso, Gary Snyder, Pound, Allen Ginsberg, Norman Mailer, Antonin Artaud and Robert Duncan in these pages. (My copies are coming down as I type).

It’s a day off but I have to take a car out for a body repair estimate and then I have booked some serious book and nap time all through today, and I don’t want to miss a page or a single Z so let’s get right down to business.

& You last chance to see ruth weiss (no, she doesn’t capitalize her name) is tonight at 17 Poets! at 7 p.m., an earlier than usual start time. One of the last surviving members of the Beat move and a noted jazz poet, she will be joined by THE POET OF NEW ORLEANS BRASS BAND. If you missed her Tuesday at the Black Widow Salon (I did; drat) or last night then you need to get yourself down to the Goldmine Saloon early to snag a good seat.

& On Thursday McKeown’s Books and Difficult Music hosts their non-fiction book club discussion. It’s a different sort of book club, where members bring their own recent or favorite non-fiction books and the discussion goes from there. Thursday, April 5 at 4737 Tchoupitoulas starting at 7 p.m.

& Also on Thursday the Maple Leaf Book Shop Healing Center location on St. Claude welcomes Pamela Davis-Noland discussing, reading, and signing her book Coffee Colored Dreams, described as “a beautiful and engaging story. It speaks to the part of the human soul that wants to love and be loved. This book had so many messages and mantras entwined within it’s pages. Self-respect,self-esteem, self-love,holding out for love. Healing our hearts,following our hearts,and giving our hearts. Listening to our elders and respecting them.” Thursday, April 5 at 6 p.m.

& Another Thursday event: Octavia Books will present Lawrence N. Powell and his book THE ACCIDENTAL CITY: Improvising New Orleans, “the story of a city that shouldn’t exist”. His book covers the period from settlement through 1812, the time of “intense imperial rivalries of Spain, France, and England, and the ambitious, entrepreneurial merchants and settlers from four continents who risked their lives to succeed in colonial America, this unpromising site became a crossroads for the whole Atlantic world.” Thursday, April 5 at 6 p.m.

& On Friday we round up the usual suspects and put them up against the wall of poetry: spokenwordnola.com’s weekly event at the Red Star Gallery on Bayou Road at 9 pm and the No Love Lost Poetry Reading at the Love Lost Lounge at 5:30 pm. Take you pick, or take two for the same price, as NLLP doesn’t charge a cover.

& Saturday the Latter Memorial Library will host Poets Reading Poets, an annual feature of their monthly poetry series under the direction of poet Gina Ferrara. (I need to come up with something to read, but it’s almost Bob Kaufman’s birthday which might make that easy). A galaxy of local notables have signed up on read so it should be a splendid event. Saturday April 7 at 2 p.m. at the Latter Memorial Library.

& Also on Saturday at Maple Street Book Shop’s Healing Center location Mr. Robert Jeanfreau, author of The Story Behind Stone, will share “the truth (ominous music playing) about some of our NOLA monuments.” Saturday, April 7 at 3 p.m.

& On Sunday at the Maple Leaf Bar Poetry Series the explosive and unpredictable Sulla reads from his newest poems (or so he told me on the bus the other day) followed by an open mic. Threeish, after everyone settles in with a drink, in the back patio weather permitting. Otherwise, reading around a pool table by barlights is an experience not to be missed.

Sunday Garden District Bookshop will host Robert Olmstead and his new novel The Coldest Night, ” a passionate story of love and war, it is a timeless story of soldiers coming home to a country with little regard for, and even less knowledge of, what they’ve confronted. Through his hero, Olmstead reveals an unspoken truth about combat: that for many men, the experience of war is the most enlivening, electric, and extraordinary experience of their lives.” Monday April 9 at 5:30 p.m.

& This has to be a fascinating book (he says, glancing back at the unread shelf which seems to stare back): Alexandra Styron will discuss her book, Reading My Father, a memoir of a childhood in an intellectually glittering, artistically engaged and emotionally precarious household of her father William Styron, the charming bon vivant undone by depression, the gifted and prolific writer whose long struggle to finish his final novel may have imperiled his sanity. Tuesday, April 10 at 6 p.m. at the Maple Street Book Shop Uptown location.

& Suzanne Johnson’s Royal Street kicks off a brand-new urban fantasy series set in New Orleans, written by a native of Louisiana. While the novel deals respectfully with the disaster of Katrina, the book offsets the serisouness of the setting with a heroine with a sense of humor, a good pace, and a cast of intriguing supernatural characters. At Garden District Bookshop, Tuesday April 10 at 5:30 p.m.

& Next Thursday, Maple Street’s Healing Center location will host Frank Perez and Jeffrey Palmquist will discuss and sign their book In Exile: The History and Lore Surrounding New Orleans Gay Culture and Its Oldest Gay Bar. Thursday, April 12 at 6 p.m.

& Also next Thursday, Garden District Bookshop hosts Lawrence Powell and his book The Accidental City: Improvising New Orleans tracing New Orleans’ history in its earliest years from its founding through statehood. come meet Messrs. Iberville and Bienville and a host of other fascinating characters Thursday, April 12 at 5:30 p.m.

If you have something going on and I missed it, its not for lack of trying. Send your events from tomorrow through the zombie apocalypse to odd.words.nola@gmail.com to make sure its not missed. If I don’t see you out at one of these events, let me remind you that I am a Registered Agent of Santa in charge of keeping the local naughty list. You have been warned.

Odd Words: Drips and Drabs Edition April 3, 2012

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This is what, my third post this week? Now that the crazy is behind me, I need to finish off this week’s events and start writing up next week’s before I sign up some other sort of crazy. It’s spring break which gives me today and Thursday off, but there are a lot of things I haven’t gotten around too between school and work, and I’ve got papers I should be working on.

& First, a reminder that ruth weiss (no, she doesn’t capitalize her name), one of the last of the Beat generation poets, is in town this week for a strong of events. Tonight she will be the guest of The Black Widow Salon at Crescent City Books at 7 p.m. It’s a cozy space upstairs with very limited seating so you need to email the store at books@crescentcitybooks.com to see if there are any seats left.

On Wednesday, April 4 there will be an Avant Film Fest at Zeitgeist Multi-Disciplinary Arts Center featuring weiss at 7 p.m. On Thursday weiss, noted for her jazz poetry, will be featured at 17 Poets! with the Poet of New Orleans Brass Band at 7 p.m. Take note that’s an earlier that usual start

& This evening Garden District Bookshop features Wayne Pacelle and his book The Bond: Our Kinship With Animals, Our Call to Defend Them. Pacelle explores the many ways animals contribute to our happiness and well-being, and he reveals scientists’ newfound understanding of their remarkable emotional and cognitive capacities. Pacelle also takes on animal cruelty in its many varieties, as well as stubborn opponents of animal protection–from multinational agribusiness corporations to the National Rifle Association and even our own government. Tonight, April 3 at 5:30 p.m.

& Also this evening at the Maple Street Book Shop’s uptown location its the First Tuesday Book Club discussing Tom Franklin’s Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter at 6:00 p.m. That’s kind of late notice, but at least you know there’s a First Tuesday book club, and you can check their website for the next book (while I try to get them to give me some early notice of upcoming books.

& On Thursday McKeown’s Books and Difficult Music hosts their non-fiction book club discussion. It’s a different sort of book club, where members bring their own recent or favorite non-fiction books and the discussion goes from there. Thursday, April 5 at 4737 Tchoupitoulas starting at 7 p.m.

& Also on Thursday the Maple Leaf Book Shop Healing Center location on St. Claude welcomes Pamela Davis-Noland discussing, reading, and signing her book Coffee Colored Dreams, described as “a beautiful and engaging story. It speaks to the part of the human soul that wants to love and be loved. This book had so many messages and mantras entwined within it’s pages. Self-respect,self-esteem, self-love,holding out for love. Healing our hearts,following our hearts,and giving our hearts. Listening to our elders and respecting them.” Thursday, April 5 at 6 p.m.

Another Thursday event: Octavia Books will present Lawrence N. Powell and his book THE ACCIDENTAL CITY: Improvising New Orleans, “the story of a city that shouldn’t exist”. His book covers the period from settlement through 1812, the time of “intense imperial rivalries of Spain, France, and England, and the ambitious, entrepreneurial merchants and settlers from four continents who risked their lives to succeed in colonial America, this unpromising site became a crossroads for the whole Atlantic world.” Thursday, April 5 at 6 p.m.

I’ll hopefully catch up on Thursday (starting with Friday’s events) by, um, Thursday.

Missing Ditches April 3, 2012

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I religiously keep the lid shut on my garbage can because I can’t imagine how I would deal with maggots without a nearby storm drain, and if you live this far south if you over stuff the can you know the flies are going to get in there and leave you with an unpleasant wriggling mess. Would I dump the remains of the little bastards after their bath in Clorox into the middle of the street? I’m afraid I might poison the wild parrots that live in the tree outside my house. My last can lost its lid in a windy storm while I was out of town, and I went to get a new one before I unpacked my bags. I got a newer, larger can now that my son is at my house every other week because two men generate a lot more garbage than one, especially with his teenage taste for Hot Pockets, and his insistence that bottled water tastes better than good old New Orleans tap through a Brita filter. The new can has a lid so tight I curse and drop the garbage onto the ground to get it off but that’s probably for the best.

Fortin Street is one of the last in New Orleans I know of without storm drains and lacks even the ditches I remember in much of the old Lakeview of my youth. I wonder how long this gentrifying edge of the fashionable Faubourg St. John will accept living this way, but I’ve never heard a neighbor complain. Complaining about the condition of New Orleans streets if a waste of breath better saved for important topics like the weather. I’m just glad not to have a water main leak like the one that’s been gurgling on South Lopez for so long I can’t remember, even if I’m sometimes jealous of the drain that swallows up the steady spring. At some point the leak is going to wash the dirt out from under the pavement and who knows how long it will take the Sewerage and Water Board and the city to figure out who’s responsible for the gaping hole where the street used to be. I called the city’s 3-1-1 line once to complain and after a long wait was dumped into a recorded message queue, and I dutifully gave them the location and condition. I think that was about a year ago, and since then the water has worn itself in channel down an expansion joint. Mule excursions into the resulting canyon will be the next step. Still, its almost a comforting feature of the neighborhood at his point, like having a fountain in your garden. On a hot day the sound of running water is a relief.

A good, steady rain is another matter.. The black-top on Fortin stands a good two inches above the surrounding ground, which is a rocky gravel and glass mosaic that can’t support enough grass to slow the runoff. If you want to walk to Canseco’s Grocery or to see Dr. Bob the pharmacist at De Blanc’s you need to walk down the street if you want to keep out of the puddles and mud. You can tell the neighbors (they wave) from people bound from the track (they glower and sometimes honk) just by walking down the street, which you mostly do anyway as sidewalks are a now-and-then thing on my street. Once you turn the corner onto South Lopez or Mystery you find good old storm drains, the kind you need at least two men with a very long pry bar and steel-toed boots to clean out, and given the amount of plant detritus from our extensive sub-tropical greenery and the ingrained New Orleans habit of tossing Coke cans and chicken bones out the window, you want to clean your storm drains unless you plan on practicing your Eskimo roll in the street.

In South Louisiana nature has its own opinions about such things, and thankfully provides a nice sag in the sidewalk between the doors of my double as a ponding area for the run-off, keeping it away from the doors. Its a little closer to my side that Jimmy’s but not close enough to puddle up in front of my stoop. If you let your car hang out into the street just enough to annoy those track-bound gamblers (again), you can step out onto the rocky shoulder, bypass the puddling and make your way down to the bit of struggling grass that manages just at the bounds of the puddle and make it to my house without too much mud on your shoes, just enough to make sure you have a good jute and rubber door mat. I imagine just about everyone on my street must have such a mat, which in a better paved neighborhood would be mostly decorative. Jimmy insists we should keep the mud that sloughs into our sidewalk under control and promises to take care of it if I could loan him a shovel. I told him I have one, but he’s never asked to borrow it. He’s about as likely to use that shovel on the sidewalk as I am to dig up the weedatorium in the flower beds in back and put in tomatoes. It’s not that much mud anyway, and people favor walking down the street even on dry days. The dog walkers either head straight for the middle of the pavement, as in early morning of evening the Fairground folks are mostly gone. Some dogs favor the slightly grassier strip on the Fairground side. I guess those are more particular about where they crap, preferring the spring-time fresh greenery the way people in newer houses than mine prefer a bathroom with an exhaust fan.

Maybe I’ll just take the shovel to it myself this time, even though Jimmy’s on disability and probably looks for things to do like furiously sweeping the sidewalk. Then again, trying to keep that sidewalk free of mud is like worrying about the leak around the corner. When South Lopez collapses into a gurgling crater I should still be able to walk around it on my excursions to the store. I can take the car down Mystery to get to Fortin. Mystery Street is well paved concrete (with drains) as Fortin is kept neatly blacktopped, I imagine for the benefit of tourists walking from their buses on Esplanade to Jazz Fest. You wouldn’t want to give them the wrong impression, having them turn an ankle crossing the heaves and crevasses of your typical New Orleans street, which is sliding roughly toward the Gulf of Mexico like a Greenland glacier headed for the sea. The tourists don’t care that Fortin lacks drains or ditches. They walk down the middle of the street like they were natives.

Ashley Morris: 1963-2008 April 2, 2012

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By Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

Odd Words: ruth weiss April 1, 2012

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I have been tardy in completing this week’s Odd Words but this deserves its own notice:

New Orleans School for the Imagination proudly presents…

JAZZ POET ruth weiss returns to New Orleans for the first time after 61 years on April 3-5, 2012

Three evenings of events including:

Tues, April 3, 2012 @ 7pm (starting promptly at 7:15 pm) The Black Widow Salon featuring weiss Upstairs @ Crescent City Books

Wed, April 4, 2012 @ 7pm (reception @ 7pm, films @7:30pm) Avant Film Fest featuring weiss @ Zeitgeist Multi-Disciplinary Arts Center

Thurs, April 5, 2012 @ 7pm Performance featuring weiss and THE POET OF NEW ORLEANS BRASS BAND @ Gold Mine Saloon, 701 Dauphine Street

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ruth weiss (born 1928) is a German-born poet, performer, playwright and artist who made her home and career in the United States. weiss is an artist of the Beat Generation, a label she has recently embraced and that is used frequently by historians detailing her life and works.

weiss spells her name in lowercase as such as a symbolic protest against “law and order,” since in her birthplace of Germany all nouns are spelled capitalized.

FOR MORE INFO go to: http://www.17poets.com

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