Huey P. Long Pool
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“A remembering narrator
who seeks to recapture past
and present selves that are
fleeing into forgetting. But
also an ironical narrator who
deceitfully invents past and
present selves.”—James Reid,
Proust, Beckett and Narration
The ghost of Huey P. Long—
There in the Fieldhouse ruins
The ballroom looking out over
The gorgeous Olympic pool
He turned to me & said—
“The WPA days are dead, kid
Along with the Thirties too
So much for Nostalgia”
“The potted palm trees—
Along the Spanish Revival
Balcony and the cool blue
Pool shimmering down below”
“The fetid waters now—
Growing mosquitoes while
Roaring Tiger crowds have
Forgotten what I did for them”
“The new Natatorium—
Off Nicholson Drive and
West Chimes Street now
Such a wealthy campus”
“While my classic Fieldhouse—
Rots and crumbles like Rome
Gone like JFK Camelot dayz
Never to be seen again”
http://abandonedbatonrouge.typepad.com/abandoned_baton_rouge/2009/06/huey-p-long-fieldhouse.html
__________________
“A remembering narrator
who seeks to recapture past
and present selves that are
fleeing into forgetting. But
also an ironical narrator who
deceitfully invents past and
present selves.”—James Reid,
Proust, Beckett and Narration
The ghost of Huey P. Long—
There in the Fieldhouse ruins
The ballroom looking out over
The gorgeous Olympic pool
He turned to me & said—
“The WPA days are dead, kid
Along with the Thirties too
So much for Nostalgia”
“The potted palm trees—
Along the Spanish Revival
Balcony and the cool blue
Pool shimmering down below”
“The fetid waters now—
Growing mosquitoes while
Roaring Tiger crowds have
Forgotten what I did for them”
“The new Natatorium—
Off Nicholson Drive and
West Chimes Street now
Such a wealthy campus”
“While my classic Fieldhouse—
Rots and crumbles like Rome
Gone like JFK Camelot dayz
Never to be seen again”
http://abandonedbatonrouge.typepad.com/abandoned_baton_rouge/2009/06/huey-p-long-fieldhouse.html
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