'The Mold Song': Fruit of Katrina
MELISSA BLOCK, host:
As the water rose, soaking and softening the historic city, it sent poet Andrei Codrescu into a creative fury. He dashed off disaster inspired lyrics.
Today we hear, The Mold Song.
(Soundbite of The Mold Song)
Mr. ANDREI CODRESCU (Poet): (Singing) It was one of a kind, the earliest map of the United States. It was hanging right here on the wall. The mold ate it all. In one gulp, the mold ate it all. And these books, the only copies of Newton, Franklin, Galileo, and this Shakespeare folio, the mold ate them like they was candy.
Look at the satisfied, grinning mold. Stretching from floor to floor like a 50's horror movie mold. Not to speak of that stack of cash I never should have kept around. Not a zero left in the whole stack. Look at me. I'm growing old. I'm giving my soul to the mold.
It's some kind of lesson. It's some kind of horror story. Keep collecting paper things, I knew that one day I'd be sorry. I'm not wearing a mask. I'm not wearing any gloves. I'm not wearing a mask, I'm not wearing any gloves.
I feel stupid. I feel cold. I'm giving my soul to the mold. It's Halloween and suicide rolled in one. I should have sold, I should have sold, only in New Orleans, only in New Orleans.
Halloween and suicide, all in one. A man of means.
BLOCK: Poet Andrei Codrescu, accompanied on the guitar by Jonathan Fralich (ph) of the New Orleans Klezmer All-Stars.
ROBERT SIEGEL, host:
Andrei Codrescu, my colleague Michele Norris and I will all be reporting from New Orleans next week. We'll b there for Mardi Gras, and to check in on the city's progress since Katrina.
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