On my mind.
Raise
Biloxi, Mississippi
How to build it strong enough
to bear the telling of it hard wet split
of wood shift and groan of stretch accommodation
and finally fit squelch of sound and space and empty
crying mouths all full-up long mournful suck-sound of apart-
together-apart like lifting something from the mud and setting it down
again heel over heel fist over fist yes over yes
The Civil Rights Memorial in Montgomery, Alabama.
Impromptu folk singin' in Birmingham, the night before we got to Mississippi.
Our eyes have seen the glory...
I destroyed a closet.
The Jew Crew, after a day spent ripping out floorboards & nails.
Maggie Jones's house, untouched after the storm. There was still standing water, & we couldn't walk from one end of the house to the other. It took us half a day just to see the floors.
Day two of Maggie Jones's house, & we're ready to tear up some drywall.
Day three, the house is a shell of its former self. We're de-nailing, then going to New Orleans.
Trendy 'n hip at the Cafe du Monde.
Daniel & me, looking unbearably liberal artsy.
Whoever said hindsight was 20/20?
Biloxi, Mississippi
How to build it strong enough
to bear the telling of it hard wet split
of wood shift and groan of stretch accommodation
and finally fit squelch of sound and space and empty
crying mouths all full-up long mournful suck-sound of apart-
together-apart like lifting something from the mud and setting it down
again heel over heel fist over fist yes over yes
The Civil Rights Memorial in Montgomery, Alabama.
Impromptu folk singin' in Birmingham, the night before we got to Mississippi.
Our eyes have seen the glory...
I destroyed a closet.
The Jew Crew, after a day spent ripping out floorboards & nails.
Maggie Jones's house, untouched after the storm. There was still standing water, & we couldn't walk from one end of the house to the other. It took us half a day just to see the floors.
Day two of Maggie Jones's house, & we're ready to tear up some drywall.
Day three, the house is a shell of its former self. We're de-nailing, then going to New Orleans.
Trendy 'n hip at the Cafe du Monde.
Daniel & me, looking unbearably liberal artsy.
Whoever said hindsight was 20/20?