THIS POEM, by my friend and longtime colleague Rubén Martinez, graces the marquee of the grand Orpheum theater in Downtown L.A. As part of the Pop-Up Broadway arts and culture showcase highlighting Los Angeles’ vital cultural resources.
It’s a part of Mayor Eric Garcetti’s Great Streets Initiative
ANYONE WHO has known me since childhood remembers summers when my family would slip away, back to New Orleans — my mother’s birthplace and essentially my “other home.” It was family ritual.
This week, as part of a partnership between Zócalo Public Square and The Smithsonian, my essay “New Orleans Is My Second Language,” is part of the “What It Means to Be American“-series exploring identity, journeys and sense of place. I chose language and ritual which were both in many ways the bridge “back home,” not just for my mother, but now I’m realizing for me as well.
My grandfather, Frank Dixon Bowers, III in Jackson Square, New Orleans, Louisiana. Circa 1970s.
top image via Plurale Tantum
SUNDAY MARKED the beginning of Banned Book Week. I am starting with Flannery O’Connor. How about you?
For a list of frequently challenged books, please visit the American Library Association’s site here.
THE SETTING for last night’s Boat Magazine party — we even lucked out with the suggestion of a breeze. Nice meeting some new names and faces– & some threads of conversations still hanging in the air. So much to be continued…
CRAZY HEATWAVE and storm weather has brought us beautiful skies….
Miss It, Live at the Lighthouse, ’66
Rough month for jazz. Here’s a little remembrance from NPR about the founder of the Jazz Crusaders.