Sorrows counted on brightly colored beads: Parade grounds devoted to the gods of Vertigo, debauchery: disarray Lives here: amidst partygoers on the Vieux Carre, Bourbon and Canal drunk on The carnival atmosphere, letting the Good times roll: the rest of the city tries To rebuild: Hurricane Katrina and A government gone wrong flood nights with dreams Of what once was: Disarray lives here, on Sorrows counted on brightly colored beads.
(c) 2007, Karla Dorman (1/23)
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The days when a person would sell their souls for plastic 5 cent beads. I thought the soul was pricelss but Bourbon Street changed that for many people and what didn't change then Katrina devaststed later.
Love and my blessings.
Susan
You are climbing to new heights with this one Karla! Brava, and keep climbing! Kudo's!!!
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 23, 2007
There will always be sorrow, especially when you have a gavernment that is more interested in whether there's water on Mars than what is happening amongst its people. Victor
A stunning capture, Karla. Tout en point. Tu as exactement, comme toujours, les mots justes... and the artistic and creative eye to behold it in this your unique way. I am not familiar with the news footage (?) but you leave me in no doubt as to what the vibe is. Clear as windchimes. Bless you. K xx
Sad but true; people seem to forget what happened in August of 2005, when New Orleans was hit by a girl named Katrina. Many people still don't have a place to call home, and nobody seems to care. Very well done; brava! One of your best yet!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
A government gone wrong flood nights with dreams
Of what once was: Disarray lives here, on
Sorrows counted on brightly colored beads.
How sadly true, Karla. It amazed me when I visited the French Quarter - crowds of partygoeers everywhere - and when I drove away into other parts of the city, it was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded, mysteriously leaving the French Quarter unscathed, and much of the rest of the city in total ruin.
Stunning Karla, this one is a keeper and sure to be one of your best writes. The use of New Orleans most famous icons the beads in conjecture with the open critiscm of the Governments handling of Katrina is perfect. Well done.
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Love and my blessings.
Susan
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God Bless
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Lena
*Disarray lives here* An excellent write.
Peace. Joyce
Love,
CJ
Sad but true; people seem to forget what happened in August of 2005, when New Orleans was hit by a girl named Katrina. Many people still don't have a place to call home, and nobody seems to care. Very well done; brava! One of your best yet!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Of what once was: Disarray lives here, on
Sorrows counted on brightly colored beads.
How sadly true, Karla. It amazed me when I visited the French Quarter - crowds of partygoeers everywhere - and when I drove away into other parts of the city, it was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded, mysteriously leaving the French Quarter unscathed, and much of the rest of the city in total ruin.
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