Thursday, January 10, 2008

New Orleans

New Orleans, the dreamscape, before, and then during Katrina. I have no images of the aftermath. Last night, I heard a very gifted poet read his surrealistic poem about the aftermath and felt touched by his grief and pain. On the way back, my friend told me of a recent trip to the destroyed part of New Orleans. She saw lines halfway up houses, where the water had submerged them. One house had “NO DOG FOUND” in big black letters on the clapboard front of the house. I can’t get that phrase out of my mind, that and the fact that it was fine to write on the clapboard where no word had ever appeared before. If you know about New Orleans post-Katrina, or can connect with the feelings of a city that has “lost” about a third of its population, use that for inspiration.


Carolyn Burns Bass said...

This is lovely, Laura. I spent a week in New Orleans the summer after Katrina and couldn't stop writing about it. If you're interested, you can read through my July 2006 blog archive for my New Orleans musing.

Here's to a great 2008!

Laura L. Mays Hoopes said...

Thanks, Carolyn. I always enjoy reading your blog, but hadn't gone back far enough to find the New Orleans thoughts. The idea of this place, with its magical associations, voodoo, Santoria, Brazilian water nymphs, French culture and cuisine, dreaming underwater like Atlantis and now facing the possibility that much of its unique citizenry will never return is almost overwhelming. How can our country have failed so completely to help these people?