Rapture-Torment, A New Orleans Snippet

Aug.6, 2004
12:43 AM

And how in the hell do we as a city, as a collective, as a hodgepodgery of unique and mystical and striving and mythical entities, cope with a geographic location as corporeal and presence-laden as our lady New Orleans? In a town full of rationalizers, addicts and self-deluded artists overflowing with creative juices yet stagnant in their execution, how does Johnny Twelvepack maintain control over his life-path? How does Jenny Eightball keep her mental and physical hygiene up to par?

And the true sizzler is this: the rapture-torment allure of this palpable beast may be shunted to the bottom of the list of tasks to be accomplished, but the more she is put off, the more viscious her vengeance will be when she slams full-bore into your awareness.

No matter what month, day, or hour the man-made calendars and timepieces proclaim, there is always the most balls-out not-to-be-missed happening pulsating somewhere in the immediate 50 square miles. The experienced and self-realized being may not bat a metaphysical eye at this, but adventurous monkies with only 18 years of living under their belts can be masticated and digested by the greedy lady before they experience the overwhelming and very necessary self-realization they may otherwise have attained without the welcoming arms of our mistress beckoning from every drive-through daiquiri shop and 24-hour bar.