{"id":109,"date":"2006-02-19T19:24:00","date_gmt":"2006-02-20T03:24:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/?p=109"},"modified":"2006-02-19T19:24:00","modified_gmt":"2006-02-20T03:24:00","slug":"for-mardi-gras","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/for-mardi-gras\/","title":{"rendered":"For Mardi Gras"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Thinking of New Orleans & the first Mardi Gras after Katrina, and of the friends in Nola. Here are two poems by Dave Brinks, New Orleans poet, organizer of the 17 poets<\/a> reading series at his Gold Mine Saloon<\/a> at the corner of Dauphine and St. Peter in the French Quarter, and editor of Yawp<\/a> magazine. Dave Brinks is in fact an all-around-gold-mine-by-himself. The poems are from his caveat onus<\/span> series \u2014 one of the very best poem-sequences in elaboration right now in these States.<\/p>\n

the caveat onus ::: fifty-eight<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m floating on a stardust channel
behind an eye
that starts from the sublime
then moves in the opposite direction
like the zombie I\u2019ve become
these recent months
in a city whose latest folie de grandeur
is a blunderfuck called disaster
where the mind never stops seeing double
and the coffin flies keep landing on my sandwich
I need a new address for the things in my head
a rare mountain somewhere inside a japanese painting
because what I know no longer seems real<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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the caveat onus ::: sixty-one<\/span>
for Mina<\/p>\n

before the water fell
nothing kept us from a good time
it was as simple as digging up
worms in the backyard
trains going by near the playground
were big jaw-droppers
the ice cream truck adored us
\u201cthe after dinner moonlight wagon ride\u201d
was our most recent ritual
hopgrassers smushrooms and puppy dog shoes
were newly minted vocabularies then
now the water keeps falling
it never stops<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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