I am still seething and I cannot sleep, so I will post a question to New Orleans people and then I will sleep. Situation: I take a new friend — friend of a better friend — with me to my usual place in N.O., to go to a certain parade. She — Whiteman One in … More In Which I Still Seethe
There is very little a good son or plena cannot alleviate, and every so often we must sing the very famous Son de la loma. Here it is as sung by the Trío Matamoros, the best, with photographs of Cuba. And Santiago is beautiful, but I am a city person and I like Havana best, … More De donde son los cantantes
Have you seen all my glorious recent posts? Today I have been derailed and I feel as I often do after a day on campus — except that I have not been on campus. It had to do with arguing about whether or not I should negotiate. WHITEMAN TWO I said, I have realized that … More A Drinking Whiteman
See what a ham Jerry Lee Lewis was when he was young! I was not yet born when this video was made, but he reminds me of certain students from Baton Rouge and points north. And I think that radio announcer keeps saying “cotton pickin’” so as not to say “fuckin’.” Then again, my mother … More More Jerry Lee!
Here again is the great and heroic Faubourg Tremé — the kind of place Jindal and Nagin, as well as the technically whiter suspects, have been doing their best to kill, and using hurricane recovery as an excuse. Meanwhile, here is the trailer for this same documentary. The trailer is much livelier than the exerpts … More Faubourg Tremé 4
It was another stunningly beautiful day, transfiguring the garden. I am also transfigured, although not by the weather. And Carldyke is the latest person to join the 25 writers meme. His list is fascinating. One of the authors he lists is his father. I did not list the Emeritus Professor although I perhaps should have, … More Hico, caballito
Happy St. Joseph’s Day, a very important day here and my favorite. In honor of St. Joseph, the worker, we will continue to study New Orleans, which is also a most Italian city. Besides the St. Joseph’s altars, there are Mardi Gras Indians on parade at the Feast of St. Joseph. We are on the … More Faubourg Tremé 3
The ocean is large and full of currents. You wade in slowly and then strike out swimming as the sea floor falls beyond your depth. You tread water, breaking through waves to open water where you can steer your course. The first island stands on the horizon, partly shielded from view by spray and rocking … More Starting to Write is Like Swimming
I am slow, so I am late to St. Patrick’s Day. Consider this, on Leonardo da Vinci and slowness. Faster than me and sometimes premature, the Emeritus Professor sent me the poem that follows after one of my exams, I do not remember now whether it was the M.A. or the Ph.D. Only now has … More William Butler Yeats
For St. Patrick’s Day we will continue to study new Orleans, which is also an Irish city. It was beautiful and sunny, and with daylight savings time starting so early now, the light lasted a long time. I found a cypress end table for the deck, paid off the carpenter who fixed the door, and … More Faubourg Tremé 2
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