The Louisiana Social Pledge

We pledge our allegiance to Louisiana. We will embrace what makes us and our state unique. Louisiana will be recognized as a leader and innovator of the New South. Many great leaders of the future will come from this state. And we will show both the media and politicians that we are smarter than them. We will no longer have our resources exhausted and our people used and left behind. We will work hard and play hard. We will protect each other. We will support each other. We pledge that we will do whatever we can to get these things in motion right now. We will no longer wait for a path to be cleared for us. We will clear the path ourselves. And we ain’t giving up easily. We will socialize in the real world just as well as we do on the internet…in hopes to organize ourselves effectively.


Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Drifting (Rachel Jackson-Lafayette, LA)


Lived in Spain for a year of my youth.
I met there a tall, dark Spaniard.
Met him in the east
But he swooned me down south
To the land of AndalucĂ­a.

Now this is a land where the sun shines long,
The raindrops dry before they fall.
The people go to sleep
In the heat of the day;
Their nights last into the morning.

As one passes under the arches to the alleys
That lead to plazas facing old cathedrals,
A strange breeze misdirects you
And turns you towards the sea,
Scarcely do you recall which way your home is.

I wandered many paths here, my Spaniard walking near,
Absorbed this land's strange wind with him beside me.
At times he claimed to know quite well
The road on which we wandered.
At times there was no road for him to know.

This Spaniard, much as I did, thrived on floating freely.
He moved about wherever the spirit called him.
He scarcely showed confusion,
More often nods quite certain
Even when he did not understand.

I sat with him beside the seas, where Mediterranean greets Atlantic.
We talked of further travels further south
I too nodded freely
Though in my neck complaining
A growing well of promises inert.

I glanced west to the Atlantic, unending span of liquid,
Knew I'd cross it before I crossed the other.
I quit nodding and grew silent
My Spaniard's head quite still now.
He had no home to draw him from his wandering.  

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