Monday, September 05, 2005

Be chastised, ye praisers of the Big Easy

And then: "What a place, so at ease here at the elbow of death, where I once marched and was almost compelled to dance in a jazz funeral for a street-corner conjurer named Chicken Man, who was carried to his resting place by a hot-stepping brass band and a procession of mourners who drank long-neck beers and laughed out loud as his hearse rolled past doorways filled with men and women who clapped in time."

For more pasty p-p-purple prose see this perfect post at CJR

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