Monday, March 16, 2015

I'M SO NEW ORLEANS On NEW ORLEANS TRIBUNE!!!


The really good folks over at THE NEW ORLEANS TRIBUNE have chosen to dedicate their February/March 2015 Cover Story to the people of NEW ORLEANS by demonstrating the definition to the terminology, I'M SO NEW ORLEANS!!!

They have gifted us with a collaboration consisting of spoken word from award-winning Poet/Artist/Author/Educator Dr. ARTHUR "Professor ARTURO" PFISTER and photojournalism from award-winning Photographer/Archivist ERIC WATERS, with both contributions entitled, I'M SO NEW ORLEANS.

I'M SO NEW ORLEANS

I’m so New Orleans I was born in Charity Hospital…
I’m so New Orleans I hung out in the same bars as my teachers when I was
15-16 years old
I’m so New Orleans I know what’s meant by Bulldogs, Rams, Green Hornets and Purple Knights
I’m so New Orleans I still use HAI KARATE
I use words like “BOO-COO BIG” and pronounce “Vieux Carre” as “Voo Carre”
I’m so New Orleans I use words like “cornder” and I call anthrax “AMTRAK”
I’m so New Orleans I say things like ““ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-bay”…
I know how to pronounce “Toulouse” and “Tchoupitoulas”(even though I can’t spell it)
I’m so New Orleans I have a framed pitcha of a chineyball tree
I’m so New Orleans I had a chineyball tree in my back yard On Dumaine St.

I’m so New Orleans I use any excuse to have a party (National New Orleans Day)
I got Mardi Gras beads on my bedposts, wear orange, purple, green, and gold pajamas (and dream ‘bout the Sixth Ward all night long)
I’m so New Orleans when I hear the name “Doctor” I know they ain’t nobody sick
I’m so New Orleans when I hear the name “Professor” I know they ain’t talkin’ ‘bout college
I’m so New Orleans when I hear, “Hey, ba-a-a-a-aby” I know what they talkin’ ‘bout
I’m so New Orleans I know somebody named Trazi
I know somebody named Chopsley
I know somebody named Zebadee and Oatie P.
I know somebody named Blink
I know somebody named Pink
I’m so New Orleans I know somebody named Stink…
I’m so New Orleans Father Grant told me, “Go to Clark, Champ” where I had a track
coach named Bacchus and an English teacher named Sanchez
I’m so New Orleans I read poetry at Borsodi’s and The Neighborhood Gallery
I’m so New Orleans I call my tenth floor balcony “the gallerie”
I’m so New Orleans I know what it mean when a woman put dat red gravy on a man
I know what it mean when a woman put salt in a man’ shoes and I know what it mean when somebody burn a candle on you
I’m so New Orleans Bust Down is my favorite rapper
I’m so New Orleans I was watchin’ the news about the civil war in Angola and thought it was about the jail
I’m so New Orleans my boy just got back from Angola (and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Africa)
I’m so New Orleans I know the difference between Big Oil and Big Earl
I’m so New Orleans I remember when there was a black side and a white side of the lake
I’m so New Orleans I remember Hap Glaudi makin’ dat statement ‘bout “dat lil’
monkey” (Never forget)
I remember when they dragged Avery Alexander down the steps of City Hall (Never forget)
I lived through segregation and gentrification (Never forget)
I’m so New Orleans I can tell who be passin’ cuz half my family “bright” and half my
family “dark”
I still grow plants (legal ones) in CDM cans and I cain’t stand canned gumbo, canned
music or canned red beans
I’m so New Orleans almost everybody I know cook, play music, write poetry, dance, or drink me under the table.
I'm just so New Orleans...
 
 
-CCG
 

 

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