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The Undertow

Halfway up to Shreveport driving to outrun the storm I knew somehow there’d be no going back. There was no sign yet of water and the breeze was soft and warm but the skyline in the rearview mirror was black. … Continue reading

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To Let New Orleans Die

There’s a hole in the levee where my city used to be and there’s talk of the future in the papers, on TV but the truth of the matter is quite obvious to see nothing’s gonna be the way it … Continue reading

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Musicares and Musicrising

Don’t say there’s nothing good on television. The other day I was watching TV and a commercial came on that featured U2‘s The Edge walking through the toxic streets of New Orleans, picking up broken guitars. It then showed him … Continue reading

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Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez

Beneath the rust and the gray toxic dust left behind when the water went down past the edge of the Quarter’s bright lights and disorder there’s nothing much left to this town Maybe the Crescent City was never too pretty … Continue reading

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No Useful Illusions

What useful illusions we once had are gone: that governments serve, that the lowliest pawns with slow forward motion may yet become kings. How quickly it seems that the simplest things become complicated and mired in deceit, and minor successes … Continue reading

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The Aftermath

Ain’t no use in looking back; your eyes will be fooled by the mirror. What seemed once to be so small, becomes too big and crystal clear Ain’t no use in laying blame; The line between who’s right and wrong … Continue reading

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New Orleans

Dear America: The day after Katrina passed by New Orleans and the reporters at the Royal Sonesta Hotel on Bourbon Street, in the goddamn sacred French Quarter, were saying “New Orleans has been spared” I knew it would come to … Continue reading

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