Happy Halloween from New Orleans


Mrs and Mr Lickona modeling a mimetic death wish in the post-lapsarian Garden District.


  1. I love this.

  2. …to prove
    Our almost-instinct almost true:
    What will survive of us is love.

  3. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

    Recalls the haunting ‘Mirror Sonnet: How to Rise from the Dead’, by Annabelle Moseley:

    And like a funeral in New Orleans,
    where jazz sounds are synonymous with death
    or like the painted skulls among the scenes
    of Mexico’s Day of the Dead—each breath
    Ezekial took as he prophesied
    resounded over those dry bones and shook
    them with God’s heady music. Homicide
    or natural cause, each skull could rise and look
    at its old body with new eyes. What then?

    You’ll want to read the rest at Dappled Things.

  4. The Avenging Spoon of Henri Young says

    The world may be a shit clogged gutter, but there’s still true love.

    Thanks Jonathan.

  5. The Avenging Spoon of Henri Young says

    Pardon my French.

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