Stoned Immaculate July 29, 2007
Posted by The Typist in jim morrison, New Orleans, NOLA, Poetry, Rebirth, Toulouse Street, We Are Not OK.Tags: the doors
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“…I love the friends I have gathered
Together here on this thin raft…”
— Jim Morrison
Here Comes The Flood July 21, 2007
Posted by The Typist in New Orleans, NOLA, poem, Poetry, Toulouse Street, We Are Not OK.Tags: Peter Gabriel
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I was drawn to this song when I first purchase the record of the same name on vinyl in the late 1970s or early 1980s. As I find the words popping into my head in another blog post, I found myself reading the lyrics with and without the song looping in the backround.
Everyone in New Orleans who cares for words should read this lyric. Then, perhaps, follow the link at the bottom to listen to the song.
We here in New Orleans will not be those who gave their island to survive, will not allow the sea sound of life to be silent in our blood.
“If we break before the dawn, they’ll use up what we used to be.”
Better to drown here than to live in a world that would leave us to the flood.
When the night shows
The signals grow on radios
All the strange things
They come and go, as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen easter tide
Theres no point in direction we cannot even choose a side.I took the old track
The hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
They were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain was warm and soaked the crowd.Lord, here comes the flood
Well say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive
Itll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, youre running dry.When the flood calls,
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
You’re a thousand minds, within a flash
Dont be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there’s only you and me
And if we break before the dawn, they’ll use up what we used to be.Lord, here comes the flood
Well say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again, the seas are silent
In any still alive
Itll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, youre running dry
A Loud Color July 13, 2007
Posted by The Typist in Flood, flooding, New Orleans, Rebirth, Recovery, Toulouse Street, We Are Not OK.Tags: film, Louis Harding
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A true New Orleans voice, crying out in the wilderness.
“[If] we dobn’t come back and build it, its going to be worse even than it was before Katrina.”
— Louis Harding iof the Marcus Garvey Center for Economic Development
in the film “A Loud Color” by Brent Joseph
My Name Is New Orleans July 7, 2007
Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, Dancing Bear, Debrisville, New Orleans, NOLA, Poetry, Rebirth.Tags: Professor Arturo
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Thank you to a blogger I just found, Hoodoonola, for finding this.
In The Summertime July 6, 2007
Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, Dancing Bear, New Orleans, NOLA, Toulouse Street.Tags: In the Summertime, jug band, Mungo Jerry, music, summer
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It’s too damned hot to post.
So instead, I offer this bit of summertime diversion. And I always had a thing for jug bands.
And I thought my sideburns in the early 70s were extreme…
or at these independent New Orleans bookstores:
Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans 