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Katrina Exhibit Opens At Moses Cone

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Greensboro -- "Recovering My Soul: Reinventing My Life past Katrina" will hang at The Moses H. Cone Memorial Hospital from Aug. 28- Sept. 30. "Recovering My Soul…" features the works of Bennett College Artist in Residence Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney as well as Vita Jones, Sterline Ritchie Lacey, Marcia Walls, Kichea Burt and Karen Bethea and featured pieces from a traveling exhibit on Katrina.

"One thing I have discovered as this story unfolds is the overwhelming number of people who have something to say," Mooney says. "Not only citizens of the Gulf Coast living elsewhere, but friends, family and others who stood by in horror and worry for their loved ones who where valiantly trying to survive those tragic days."

This exhibit features about a dozen pieces of art, including photography. It is the latest exhibit in the Community Art program, which displays the works of a different artist from the community each month. The works are displayed along the main hall off of patient admitting on the east side of the hospital.

"Art and healthcare are a natural marriage," Shawn Houck, Corporate Events Specialist says. "Healthcare can heal the body and art can heal the spirit."

There will be an observation at Bennett College Wednesday night, August 29 at 6:30. It's called "Katrina: A Time of Prayer, Hope & Victory."
WFMY News 2http://www.digtriad.com/news/local_state/article.aspx?storyid=88700&catid=57

Resurgence: Things They Be a'Changin'

I wanted to revisit this that I did in 2005, exhausted, shocked, grieving, angry, dismayed proud, every emotion went through me just a few days after the levees broke and the first time a reporter had the gall to call the citizens of New Orleans "refugees"...

I wondered whomever it was that did it as I do not recall, every rue the day that he or she made a colossal mistake...

 

Second in the Hurt Too much Trilogy-Katrina

 

 

This poem was written 4 days after Katrina 2005 struck when the media misrepresented suffering people.  I simply wanted people to know the New Orleans I knew.

 

 

 

A Song for N’Awlins  (2005 rendition)

 

Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney©05

 

 

 

I want to sing a song for New Orleans…Of the neutral zones of Treme’ and Gert Town…

Sing a song for Rampart Street and Congo Square where everyday is a history lesson.

Sing a song for my ancestors Alexander, Sarah, Ellis Hughes.I wished I had told her that she was the only one…

That filled my heart with its lassiere faire and living in extremes …

That sometimes is too hard to bear, the in your face, with so much life and verve and noise.

And the music, the music, that bubbled up in the cracks of the promenade
 

Where the cadence in bottle caps on sneakers of youn’uns crying“Throw me a coin, mister”And the “Don’t worry bebe”And having champagne and grits at midnight.
 

Sing a song for Dunbar’s and Dooky Chase, Hubig pies and Blue Bonnet ice Cream…On those hot humid days that make you scream… Me scream...We all scream for ice cream.

“Where love is like a card game, you only have to deal it once”
 

There were no refugees here, only hardworking, tax paying citizens who held up a redolent city sometimes with sheer grit and determination.

Sing a song also for St Bernard and Jefferson Parish in water flowing deep..  In the eyes of a man who could only weep at the death of a motherwho waited for her son to come and get her?
 

Give a field holler for Port Gibson, Biloxi, Gulfport, Oxford, Jackson

And the Mississippi Delta for the blues that came up out of the fields .For all the ones that say…“Where yer at? And " for true?”
 

Shout out for the Panorama Jazz Band and Hector…For Mrs. Baptist and Mrs. Sanders spending a quiet afternoon catching up on the latest local yoreAnd Tony’s to die for barbecue and his “Fo’ sho! Greeting you.
 

And my dear hearts Ed and Tony who hearts and soul s are incomparable who was there always there.And Snug Harbor (one and two).And C. Ray Nagin and all the rest you are the best.

Sing a song for the ones who were treated like gum stuck on the bottom of a dog’s paw …When the chips were down...For people who wanted to know who your mama was rather then asked you how much you made.Sing a song for Roysalis, Sammy Lee, Aunty Ruth and Donovan, Chief Tootie, CAC and NOCCA.
 

And all the “Yeah you right” that have not yet been declared.The White Linen Nights…The zydeco…Second Lines not yet boogie woogie to.For boudin …And po’boysAnd poor people who could not afford anything elseAnd could not flee because they had no place to go.

Tell the story of Novelle d’Orleans where for an evening it was a place where care forgot…

And for Xavier, Suno, Dillard and the Amistad…
 

For praline pies and real crab cakes, crawfish …And African people who knew the difference between Creole and Cajun…
 

And whose souls intertwined in the soils…The Ashanti, the Gambian, the Senegalese and the Wolof who knew dafuskie…
 

For the 1.5 million who are standing on the shores…(Even here in Greensboro) Watching their homes and their lives…And their history swallowed up by the lies of thugs…Rampant shootings…And “lawless New Orleans”
 

Sing the songs of Jelly Roll, Louis Armstrong, Gate Mouth, the Nevelle Brothers, Buddy Bolden, Wynton Marsalis, Harold Baptist, Marva Wright, Danny Barker, Kid Creole, Mardi Gras Indians Andrew Young, and Marc Morial …And Fats Domino who found his thrill in New Orleans

Where jazz is the democracy wrapped up in music.
 

Sing a song for New Orleans making her dramatic exit as we once knew her…Stage left embraced for a moment in the watery arms of the mighty, mighty Mississippi.

As the Ponchatrain claims its own
 

.A second line for the beignets, pralines…3rd Ward, 13th Ward, 7th Ward and the Lower Nines.

For the ones who were reunited today and the ones till missing.Herald a joyful noise full with beignets, café au lait,

Jazzfest and Bayou Classic

And Essence Music Festival

Aie!

Les Bon Temps Rouler!(Let the good times roll)

All rights reservedJHM9-6-05©

These are a few of my "itty bitties" from my Changed Waters Katrina series exhibited in the Textile Monument exhibition at the Green Hill Art Center located in Greensboro, NC 2007.

  L. to r:

 "Blowing in the Wind"

"Be seeching"

 Elders Keep Telling the Story".

 "The Last Red Cross",

"Sometimes it Hurts Too Much-Fire". 


There has been numerous quilts created since Katrina landed on August 28th, 2005

Po*e*try- Mr. Josephus Thompson~Aggie Pride

Miranda Wu,photographer©11

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23ZBZJscuwo&feature=youtube_gdata

The Size of her Soul

By III

The sun could rise and set in the size of her soul

Not his story, but her story

The fabric of life sewn together by the treads of struggle and sacrifice

Time and space

Jolly, bold, giving and determined

Gifted, blessed, encouraged, and loved

Rising from the depths of the lower 9th ward with patches of expression

Lines of life, poetry in motion

Cotton that speaks volumes

Textiles that teach and inspire

Vibrant yellows, oranges and purples

Hues of peace and understanding, passion and purpose

Patterns of elegance stitched by circumstance

Similar to the moon in her name

Her life’s light that which illuminate the night sky and inspire us to push through dark times

Leading with inspiration and faith to safety

To higher ground where foundations are built

Where survival is learned

Where concern doesn’t begin and end with self

Where preservation is about community, family and responsibility

For her it all comes together so simply and naturally

Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney

III©

Mr. Josephus Thompson III, poet

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