Wednesday, September 06, 2006
“The bright blessed day,the dark sacred night”*
Former New Orleans guy could never listen to
Louis Armstrong’s Do You Know What it Means
To Miss New Orleans? without a lump in his throat.
Now,crossing airport concourses,he sobs hearing it
while multitudinous TVs play,soundlessly,this
hobbyhorse war. “Rebuilding” of that
AMERICAN city is a moral disgrace.
Racial,probably. Well,Louisiana
people‘ll hafta handle their own shit down
there for now,but the rest of us,to put it
in most genteel terms,must,MUST
THROW THE BUMS OUT!
*from It’s a Wonderful World,another Armstrong song.
Former New Orleans guy could never listen to
Louis Armstrong’s Do You Know What it Means
To Miss New Orleans? without a lump in his throat.
Now,crossing airport concourses,he sobs hearing it
while multitudinous TVs play,soundlessly,this
hobbyhorse war. “Rebuilding” of that
AMERICAN city is a moral disgrace.
Racial,probably. Well,Louisiana
people‘ll hafta handle their own shit down
there for now,but the rest of us,to put it
in most genteel terms,must,MUST
THROW THE BUMS OUT!
*from It’s a Wonderful World,another Armstrong song.