jump to navigation

We Shall Gather by the River July 4, 2011

Posted by The Typist in 504, 504ever, Federal Flood, FYYFF, je me souviens, New Orleans, NOLA, Toulouse Street, We Are Not OK.
Tags:
trackback

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose

It is another July Fourth here in New Orleans, the largest of the United States’ Minor Outlying Island. I am not sure what to say on these national holidays of the Central Government. I have long ago publicly declared my sole allegiance to the City of New Orleans, forsaking all other. I shall live out the rest of my days here and die here, and any who care to dispute that had best come prepared to join me.

I won’t rehearse the litany of woes behind that statement. Today I shall concern myself with the doneness of the steaks, the sweetness of the corn and the icy chill of the beer as the temperature climbs toward 100. I will ride over to Gretna and buy some fireworks, not so much in celebration but as the Chinese use them, because as Jorma Kaukonen observed in the liner notes to the Jefferson Airplane’s Volunteers, the pentacles in their flag do not keep the evil spirits away. And when the dark comes I will find a place to gather at the river with the citizens of this city for the public fireworks, remembering there is no finer or more honorable place on this planet to stand than in their company.

Bon Mois de Messidor, Décade II, Jour de Quintidi.

Advertisements

Comments»

1. Paul Benton - July 4, 2011

Mark – always one of those bitter holidays – 4th – but still – in youth found fire work memories – smell of cooking meat – explosions – like war – almost – and thank you so much for that great song “fly away, cause we can. . .”

Like

2. bayoucreole - July 5, 2011

” I shall live out the rest of my days here and die here, and any who care to dispute that had best come prepared to join me.”

I want to find that part of me again.

Like

3. Mark Folse - July 5, 2011

If “that part” is anger, its not really. Its falls somewhere between resignation and determination. It started as anger but that’s an unhealthy thing to carry for such a long time.

Like


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: