“May he live in interesting times.”
- Alleged Chinese Curse
old friend, you are not forgotten …from your gin
soaked streets to your sodden marsh, from the back alley
lifestyles to the plantation mansions. You were taken
away in an instant.
are moments when events start to cluster and bubble through
the murky depths of time, only to be released onto the
collective consciousness of mankind. You never know for
sure if you are in one of those moments, but sometimes
you can get that FEELING. This time WILL be remembered.
This time has importance … and power. The big events
happen together and they never allow themselves to be
the levees broke, and the water came cresting down into
the city of New Orleans that day, a moment began. It’s
being called the largest natural disaster in US history,
thousands upon thousands dead …drowned like rats
in their attics. The survivors are left to rot in “Superdomes”
filled to the brim with excrement and garbage, the refuse
of society left out in the cold. The big men in charge,
as usual, deny any blame. These same men who cut the funding
and decided against intervening earlier are playing a
“who me?” game with people’s lives.
I understand that life is a gamble, and I understand the
need to weigh consequences, but when the hatchet falls,
be man enough to accept your decisions.
Road to Hell is Paved With Good Intentions”
any time, we are only 2 days away from anarchy.”
I’m not sure where I heard that before, but it becomes
fitting in light of what has happened recently. No food,
no water, no electricity… the value of dogs and
ammunition start to outweigh money and prestige. The city
fell into chaos as the looting and raping began. Fires
burned unquenched as bands of marauders held up hospital
supply trucks at gunpoint. The need for food and water
is as excusable as breathing, but the need for electronics
and rape is never forgiven. The seediest city in the country
started to live up to its reputation. Overshadowed by
it all, were the genuine humanitarians. People from miles
around brought boats and supplies to help where they could
and to try to stop the devastation that just kept unraveling
in front of them.
it’s all over, the streets will be awash with bodies
and the world will have seemed to have come to an end.
Whatever the survivors can make out through their hazy,
chemical-fire burned eyes will make them fall to their
knees. Things will never be the same. Can you rebuild
tradition? Can you rebuild history? Many men have thought
so. When the waters have been drained and the bodies have
been laid to rest, will the spirit linger? Will the same
men who let the city be destroyed rebuild it in their
own puritanical image? We shall soon see my friends, we
shall soon see.
For New Orleans
everything it stood for, the dark and the light…
For the days spent wallowing, drinking long into the night…
For letting go and forgetting, the rules that they bound…
For looking for something that’s never been found…
the streets full of grit, of dank and of grime…
For the lessons you taught over well wasted time…
Like an old haunting ghost watching over our backs
We’ll try to stay loose and run the train off the
shall not forget the Big Easy.
all the fallen and helpless, to the brave and selfless,
the people of New Orleans… this article is for you.
Sept 8th, 2005