Archive for the ‘French Quarter’ Tag

Decatur Street — French Quarter   2 comments

New Orleans 2007DecaturStreet VIII 246 blog-Edit-1-art.jpgDecatur Street — French Quarter (2007) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The Devil Wears French

In the diary of a sinner
there be a Toussaint 
tainted with well too many overturesA colorful creole crayon
sashaying in a coupé de ville
Often times
snaking in wait at the nice bars
and gardens that belong to Eden

The women there be easy on the Jesus
Gumbo Genevieves smiling pretty
with their crests fallen like moon Indigo
and open to almost anything
especially a charmed tongue

Mon Chéri 
it only cost a quarter for that French

Boyhood days in Eve’s bayou spent on 
Bourbon street
becoming fluent in the devil’s language

A pig’s latin
the words  tend to caress

Mon Chéri…
It only cost a quarter for that French

— Benjamin Welch

Cathedral Alley   2 comments

New Orleans-0074-art-72.jpgCathedral Alley, French Quarter — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

Place d’Armes Courtyard   3 comments

Place D'Amres- art-72Place d’Armes Courtyard, French Quarter, New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

French Quarter Carriage   Leave a comment

French Quater (1 of 1)-2-Horse Carriage-2-72.jpgFrench Quarter Carriage — Image by kenne

 

Rouses Market   Leave a comment

Corner Grocery Store (1 of 1)-art-III-72Rouses Market, New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Rouses Market is at the corner of St Phillip and Royal,
a block and a half from where we stayed,
Place D’Armes on St Annes.

— kenne

 

Door In The French Quarter   1 comment

new-orleans-door-1-of-1-art-blog.jpg (976×1263)Doors are for Opening (A Door In The French Quarter) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Doors are for Opening

My serious apprehension of being

Is freed by acts of becoming — 

Through the task of opening doors,

Where I learn from the past,

Laugh at today’s mistakes, and

Dream about tomorrow.

— kenne

Late June Afternoon On Bourbon Street   Leave a comment

New Orleans (1 of 1)-Bourbon Street-72Late June Afternoon On Bourbon Street — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Full of the profane 

We walk this temporal street 

Yet something sacred.

— kenne

Corner of Bourbon & Orleans   1 comment

New Orleans Bourbon Street Art V Johnny White's  blog-Johnny White’s Bar & Grill at the Corner of Bourbon & Orleans — Computer Art by kenne

“Light and music pour from doorways into the street,
here the carnival and there the quiet of candlelight.
A celebration of flesh, and an acknowledgement of the spirit.”

Fat Tuesday   2 comments

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New Orleans (1 of 1)-2_Art blogStreet Music In The French Quarter — Computer Art by kenne

Street celebrating

Party all day through the night

Fat Tuesday closure.

— kenne

Doors are for Opening   Leave a comment

New Orleans Door (1 of 1) Art blogDoors are for Opening (A Door In The French Quarter) — Photo on Canvas by kenne

My serious apprehension of being

Is freed by acts of becoming — 

Through the task of opening doors,

Where I learn from the past,

Laugh at today’s mistakes, and

Dream about tomorrow.

— kenne

New Orleans, Jackson Square   1 comment

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Jackson Square, New Orleans (December 28, 2015) — Image by kenne

After hours joints have closed
The music has faded away,
Even the horn player
In front of the cathedral.

A new world takes over,
The night people lost in the fog
As if hiding from the light
And the people of the dawn.

In Jackson Square, the show goes on
With the new day, a new act
Enters from stage left and right,
Carrying their daily wares.

This ritual, old as the city,
Played out as people walk by,
Only briefly noticing a passing soul,
Neither greeting the other.

Protected by the levee
On the edge of the big muddy
Visitors a wait the man with the key
To open the Place d’Armes gates.

Entering the historical Jackson park
Gazing on “Old Hickory,”
Leading the 1815 charge
In the Battle of New Orleans.

For many morning walkers
Passing through the square,
Is only a route to Café Dumonde
For chicory coffee and beignets.

— kenne

Showers over night   4 comments

Morning French Quarter (1 of 1) Art blogMorning In The New Orleans French Quarter — Computer Art by kenne

Showers over night

Reducing the body count —

Street casualties.

— kenne

 

Bourbon Street Before The New Year’s Crowd   1 comment

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Bourbon Street Before The New Year’s Crowd — Image by kenne

New Orleans

Dancing
underneath city lights,
jazz bands
reverberating, breathing in
voodoo shop
musk.

Soul
pulsates beneath
cobblestone,
wide eyes
peering up at
beaded balconies on
Frenchman Street.

Freedom is
coffee and baguettes from
Cafe Du Monde at
midnight,
surrounded by strangers.

Find me under strings of
flickering bulbs,
trading trails with
travelers.

Candlelit doorways illuminate the drifters, the curious, the backpackers,the Kerouacs,
the way to the gypsies past
Bourbon.

But not home.

— MC Hammered

Zydeco Washboard (Frottoir) Player   5 comments

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Zydeco Washboard (frottoir) Player, James (French Quarter, December 27, 2014) — Images by kenne

Boudreaux had a flat tire,
pulled off on the side of the road,

and proceeded to put a bouquet of flowers
in front of the car and one behind it. 

Then he got back in the car to wait.
A passerby studied the scene as he drove by,
and was so curious he turned around and went back. 
He asked the fellow what the problem was.

The man replied, “I got a flat tahr.”
The passerby asked, “But what’s with the flowers?”
The man responded,
“When you break down they tell you to put flares in the front and flares in the back.

I never did understand it neither.”

 

Shoot Em Up, Texan   5 comments

New Orleans Trip_2014 12 27_0415_blogShoot em Up, Texan! (French Quarter, December 27, 2014) — Image by kenne

It is scientifically proven that the sight of red makes you hungrier than any other color. For me, the sight of orange makes me want to drink more than any other color — and run in the other direction.

kenne

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