We were all wanderers in the water
in the misery and madness
in the solemnity and sadness…
(waiting for the cavalry to arrive)
— from “Song of My People (‘a Katrina poem’ for all y’all),” by Arthur Pfister, aka Professor Arturo
I had been to the Jazz Fest a few times in the early 2000s, one of the teeming masses, stuffing my face with etouffee and oyster po’boys, listening to the Nevilles and Odetta, but never had I experienced the real grit and glory of New Orleans.
This trip is different for me: I haven’t been back since Katrina, and now it’s hard to find a way to express the tragedy that continues to challenge this city.
Read the rest of Michael Heyman’s dispatch on Boston.com.
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Kathryn
Wow! Amazing post, Michael. One never knows what they will find on Frenchmen Street, but surely, some piece of authentic New Orleans…