Wednesday, September 14, 2005

A. Codrescu Defeatest? What a Shocker...

Hey Andrei, I hear that you're lamenting the loss, destruction and de-bohemianization of New Orleans... Well that shouldn't be a surprise to anyone as you sit up there in Baton Rouge watching the mass media and sipping port with your fellow sour and pale writers.

Come on down here to the streets of the city and watch New Orleanians battle side by side with people from all around this country - fighting to reclaim what has been lost. Come on down and get a nasty sunburn, hepatitus shots, cuts, bruises and unclean piercings. Then try your best to explain and espouse the death of this city.

Because Sir... you are dead wrong.

New Orleans is not an exquisite corpse.

7 Comments:

Blogger Patrick Armstrong said...

Was that the guy in the New York Times? How does someone like that get to talk to the media first?

Everyone I know thinks you are a far, far better spokesman for the situation than that dude, anyway.

Thank you for what you are doing. Keep broadcasting the good word, the world needs to keep hearing it.

1:09 PM, September 14, 2005  
Blogger Carolyn said...

ditto to Patrick !!!!

2:52 PM, September 14, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

All Andrei Codrescu has ever done anyway is posture.

10:20 PM, September 14, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Andre Codrescu, who somehow gained fame as America's formost writer of Esperanto, was just another Clancy Dubos Gambit sicophant who abandoned the city as fast as possible.

Maurice Nanny dalkeyarchive@hotmail.com

10:49 PM, September 14, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

how many blacks people are you hanging out with today??

11:26 PM, September 14, 2005  
Blogger Innes said...

One of the things that comes out in a disaster is who's real, and who's phoney.

You're real, Codrescu's phoney.

We're rooting for you, keep up the good work.

4:16 AM, September 15, 2005  
Blogger drew said...

Codrescu is an overblown bitter windbag who has mainly used his fame to get attention in bars and to try to get into the pants of barely post-pubescent women... i've watched him do this from my college days at LSU, when he was a fixture on Chimes St, to recent days in the bars of New Orleans.

If he dares to every try to step foot back into New Orleans, I personally will be waiting at the city limits to firmly plant my foot repeatedly into his gonads.

1:03 PM, September 17, 2005  

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