Wednesday, October 31, 2007

All Hallows Eve: Ghosts on the Rocks

Memphis RocksThe cobblestones are rocks. No one can deny it. As surely as Graceland is stone, mortar, wood, paint, water, mud and trace amounts of peanut butter and banana, the cobblestones are rocks.

The boys back at the lab won't find anything but rock. Nothing close to the pride of Memphis' founding and commercial ascent, the shame of its brutality and moral decline, the history of its early connection to the River and its lost connection during its dystopic flight eastward. It won't find the ghosts of man, mule and machine that have wandered down to the River's edge and back up to Memphis, or an imagination that conjures those spirits.English Rocks


Happy Hallowe'en. Be safe, befriend the intangible, beware Dickey Drakeller.

Labels: , , , , , ,


Blogger mphsmuzic said...

Oh the ghosts should rise to haunt the under learned of our river city. May the spirits from the lads that placed the stones at the river's edge, paved the Pinch streets (long too covered to be seen), and the ghosts of the laden paddelwheels afloat with the precious gems, visit you while you are sleeping. You too should awaken with Pinched guts, sore feet and a tired mule.

10:20 AM  
Blogger gatesofmemphis said...

thanks for the comment and Happy Day of the Dead!

11:45 PM  

Post a Comment

<< Home